Little Donnie's Mother
by Jon Reskind 


Chapter 1 

Donnie Trent could tell by just looking at his father that he was plenty 
excited over something. The way he leaned his elbows on the dining room 
table, his tall frame and broad shoulders bent forward with the smile 
tugging at the corners of his good-looking mouth were dead giveaways. 
Besides, he had that merry glint in those dark eyes that could look right 
through you when he was sore at something, which was a sure sign that he was 
about to blurt out a goodie the whole family was going to eat up. 

Studying him and puzzling over what the devil it could be, Donnie wondered 
to himself just how much longer this man whom he loved and respected, would 
wait before telling his Mom and his sister, Ann, to sit down so that he 
could let it out before he burst. Mom, looking beautiful as always, was 
still bringing in steaming dishes and bowls of food from the kitchen, while 
his pretty blonde sister was lighting the candles in the center of the 
table. Then, his Dad began to drum with fingertips on the linen tablecloth, 
until finally, he said: 

"Hey, will you two lovelies sit so I can make my announcement before I pop a 
vein or two...?" 

"We're all set, Daddy," replied Ann eagerly, sliding her voluptuous, 
fifteen-year-old body onto the chair and folding her hands on the edge of 
the table. "Mother's bringing the meat now..." 

Elaine Trent, tall, raven-haired and dark-eyed, moved her supple, 
eye-catching body through the swinging-door gracefully, a smile of 
anticipation playing over her beautiful, almost classic features, 
interrupting her daughter's words with her entrance. 

"Sorry, Steve darling...didn't mean to hold up your little surprise this 
way, but the meat..." 

"Little surprise?" Steve Trent repeated, raising his eyebrows in pretended 
offense. "Well now, we'll see just how your sense of proportions fit this 
picture, eh? See to your mother's chair, Donald." 

Donnie did, angry with himself that he had to be reminded, but blaming it on 
the mysterious aura of the moment that his father was generating. He enjoyed 
holding his Mom's chair for her the way his father had taught him, or 
anything else he could possibly do for her to show his affection. 

"Thank you pet," Elaine said, smiling at her son. "And now, Mr. Trent, if 
you will, enlighten us." 

Steve Trent's smile broadened. He looked from one to the other, admiring the 
attractive, ardent faces of the three most important people in his life, and 
brushing a hand over his graying blond hair, he said: "Brace yourselves, 
family ... you're looking at the new President of Parksburg Paper Mills, 
Inc., such news being presented to me by none other than Eulin C. Everetts 
himself, not over one hour ago ... Well...? Don't just sit there staring 
with your mouths open like flytraps. Say something..." 

"M-My God...! Do you mean it, Steve?" Donnie heard his Mom gasp, her pretty 
mouth really hanging open just as Dad had said, with her eyes growing wider 
and wider in happy surprise. "Oh ... oh, Darling ... that's wonderful...!" 

Ann's reactions were more outgoing as always, Donnie noted, watching her 
leap out of her chair to run around the table and wrap her arms about their 
father's neck, kissing him full on the mouth while her young firm pointed 
breasts brushed against his arm lightly. 

"Oh, Daddy darling, how super!" she babbled, kissing him again and again 
until the smiling man with flushed face had to gently push her from him. 

"There, there, Princess..." he gasped, catching his breath, "I get your 
meaning." 

Mom laughed. She said: "Oh Steve, it's just too good to be true. We're all 
so proud of you ... aren't we, Donnie?" 

"Wow, I'll say!" her thirteen-year-old handsome tow-head exclaimed. "Wait 
till the guys hear about it!" 

"Well, you haven't heard it all, yet!" Steven Trent said proudly, his own 
enthusiasm showing through uncharacteristically. "Mr. Everetts invited us to 
spend the weekend with him at Terncliff in Maine ... transportation at his 
expense, of course. Terncliff is the traditional summer home of the 
Everetts. I can remember Eulin's father often speaking of it before he 
died..." 

"Hey, that'll be groovy, Dad," Donnie cut in. "We've never been to Maine. Is 
it right on the ocean?" 

"The rocky coast itself, son," his father replied. 

"It-It's all just too wonderful to be true, Steve," Elaine Trent said. "And 
... and you know what I'm thinking, Darling?" 

"I haven't the slightest," he answered, smiling. 

"That house on Borden Drive ... the one that's for sale on the corner that 
we both liked so much," she reminded him, her lovely dark eyes ebullient. 

Steve Trent thought a moment, his smile slowly broadening, his whole being 
stimulated by the sight and knowledge of the elation he had propelled into 
his magnificent, loving family. 

"All right!" he said with exuberance. "Tomorrow morning, you go to the bank 
and draw out most of our savings. We'll make a deposit on it ... how does 
that sound to you?" 

"Oh Steve ... do you think we could?" Elaine said. "I mean, can we afford 
it...?" 

"Why not?" he questioned haughtily. "After all, the President of Parksburg 
Paper Mills ought to have a home befitting his station, hadn't he ... 
especially when he has such a family to grace it?" 

Again, he smiled happily from one to the other of the joyous faces gaping at 
him in awe. Then, his enchanting, long blonde-haired daughter exclaimed: 

"Daddy ... oohhh, you're just too much! I love you to pieces...!" 

"Man, that's some house all right, Dad!" said Donnie. 

"It is beautiful there, Steve," Elaine Trent said, remembering. "There would 
be so much more room for us ... and like you say, it would be in keeping 
with this new position. I mean, after all, appearances are important. You 
know how they are at the Country Club..." 

"Say no more, Darling," her husband interrupted her. "In the morning, you 
hustle to the bank and do as I said..." 

"Oh dear ... I can't, Darling," she said suddenly. "Not tomorrow ... I have 
a shopping date with Ruth Evans. We were planning to drive to Syracuse..." 

"That's all right," said Steve before she could finish. "You go ahead. I'll 
take care of the deposit ... might be better if I did anyway, in case there 
are any complications. Meantime, let's eat our dinner, babies." 

Then catching his wife's enchanting eyes with his own, he added: "We can 
discuss it later, Kitten. I'd like to go to bed early tonight, I'm a little 
tired with the excitement of the appointment and all..." 

Elaine Trent caught the significant wink her handsome husband made and a 
little tremor of excitement rippled through her. She replied in kind, the 
tip of her small pink tongue trailing along the edge of her lips 
unconsciously. 

Dear God, she thought, how she loved this wonderful man, lover, husband, 
father, and she wondered if her son and daughter realized just how fortunate 
they were to have him. But then, on second thought, she was certain that 
they did, just as did she ... and tonight she would prove it to him ... 

* * * 

As usual, once in bed in the darkness of his room, young Donnie Trent's mind 
immediately filled with the events of the day, which invariably led to his 
prick getting as hard as a hammerhandle. Holy crap, he couldn't help it, 
remembering how both young Mrs. Neilson and Mrs. Archer, the Chief of 
Police's wife, got him in bed between them that morning. Man, they'd nearly 
sucked the juice right out of his bones, and his anus was still sore from 
the beautiful Mrs. Archer's lone finger pushing in and out of him there. He 
grinned to himself; he wondered if they'd miss him when he moved to Borden 
Drive ... but of course, he'd still be their paperboy and get to do things 
with them if he wanted to ... and he guessed he probably would. They were 
both so groovy to look at with their clothes all off ... their round full 
tits sticking right out at him ... and ... and the soft, tickling hair 
between their pretty legs covering their cracks ... Holy crap, all he had to 
do was think about it to make his pecker throb ... the way both of them 
licked and sucked him, while he did whatever he wanted to them ... which 
really had never been very much now that he thought about it...and he 
guessed that maybe that was because he thought it wouldn't be fair to his 
Mom, or Ann. 

Of course, he'd never done anything to his Mom ... had really only seen her 
with all her clothes off a few times by peeking in her bedroom window, or 
catching her in the shower and pretending it was accidental, but to him, she 
had the prettiest naked body of anybody. Her tits weren't as big as Mrs. 
Archer's or Mrs. Neilson's, but they stood out straighter, and when he 
looked at the black hair between her legs he got all flushed and tingly; 
besides, she had the best bottom of all of them ... excepting Ann, of course 
... but she was so darned young, and he couldn't tell her anything. 

That was Ann's whole trouble; she just wouldn't believe him, whatever he 
told her ... like, for instance, that grown-ups kissed and sucked each 
other's things... Man, she just wouldn't believe it. A couple of times he'd 
almost told her about the two young wives across the street and the way they 
liked to suck him but then he'd decided it wouldn't be a very good idea. If 
she told Mom and Dad they might get sore, and he sure didn't want them ever 
to get really mad at him; he loved them too much. 

He thought that probably he liked his sister a lot too; he just wished she 
didn't think she knew it all. Holy crap, she had about as pretty a behind as 
he'd seen on anybody; it was so smooth and full and round. Really, she was 
just like a grown-up woman with her big, firm tits, but she only had a 
little bit of blonde fuzz covering her slit. He liked to look at that 
though, it was so pink and soft looking when he opened it up... 

Of course, he hadn't done that in a long time ... almost six months ... 
since the time she walked in on him while he was taking a shower and wanted 
to use the toilet. They'd been all alone in the house and he hadn't minded 
... in fact, he'd gotten prickly all over when she lifted her dress and 
pulled down her panties, but especially when she began to pee. That's when 
his pecker had gotten hard and she took it in her hand to look at it closer, 
but he'd said no, not unless he could look at her, so the next thing, they 
were both in the shower together, examining close and feeling of one 
another... 

Anyway, that was as far as it went, because suddenly, Mom had driven into 
the yard and Ann had ran into the other bathroom. Oh, he'd fooled around 
with her like that, or made her jump and giggle by putting his hand up her 
dress when their parents weren't home, but then, Mrs. Archer had gotten him 
in her bedroom that first time, and just playing with Ann wasn't so much fun 
any more. 

All the same, he felt sure that his Mom could, if she wanted to, suck him 
better than anybody else ever could. He took hold of his swollen pecker and 
squeezed it as he thought about his Mom ... then, the sounds from his 
parents' bedroom beyond the wall, reached him. They were rhythmic, 
bed-squeaking sounds, accompanied by the little passionate moans, and it 
abruptly occurred to him what they were doing. 

Quietly, he swung from his bed, tucked his stiff, jerking penis into a more 
comfortable position inside his shorts, then removed his window screen and 
climbed out. 

Easing along the inside of the shrubbery that kept him hidden from the 
street, he cautiously approached the partially closed draped window where 
the faint light came through the slats of the near-shut venetian blinds. 
Looking close, he could see perfectly. 

Wow! Neither his mother nor father had a stitch on and his Dad was lying on 
his back with Mom kneeling upside down over him, except her legs were spread 
over his head so that the hair between her legs was right down in his face 
and Dad was licking it like crazy, while his mother had Dad's long, thick 
prick in both of her hands and was sucking it in her mouth just the way Mrs. 
Archer always sucked him. Holy crap! If Ann could see this, maybe, she'd 
believe him then...! 

* * * 

Ann couldn't sleep; she was too excited over all that had transpired since 
her father had come home to dinner. She lay in her sheer baby-dolls, 
stretched out languidly on her bed in the darkness without even a sheet 
covering her, her young mind swirling with the anticipation of wonderful 
things to come. Their new life together was going to be heavenly ... and of 
course, it would mean lots of nice clothes for both herself and her mother. 
She was so looking forward to the trip to Maine, and wondered what Mr. 
Everetts' summer place would be like. Palatial, she hoped... 

Heavens, wouldn't it be wonderful if Mr. Everetts' nephew, Greg Wilcox was 
there! Man, he was such a handsome boy ... but, she decided, that was really 
too much to expect. She had heard at school that he and his uncle didn't get 
on too well, which was the reason he boarded across town with Dr. Engle and 
his wife. 

Anyway, that would really be something if Greg could be there; he was so 
smooth ... almost as groovy as Daddy ... But no ... she smiled warmly to 
herself, no one was as groovy as Daddy. 

Really, all she had to do was see her father and she wanted to touch him, 
put her arms around him and kiss him ... with her whole body pressed tight 
right up against him... Heavens, just to think of it made those little 
tingly prickles start down there again. Sometimes, she could hardly stand 
it, they became so intense ... all along the insides of her soft, smooth 
thighs, and right up through ... through her thing ... then they'd race over 
her belly and up to her breasts, making them throb until her tiny nipples 
would get so hard ... so hard, she just had to slip her finger inside her 
slit and rub ... but that only made her feel better for a little while, 
because the tingling prickles would get stronger and stronger, and she'd rub 
harder and harder, until finally, she would cry herself to sleep, and in the 
morning they'd be gone again. 

What bothered her most was that they seemed to occur more frequently as she 
got older, and every time they came over her she got the wildest thoughts 
... like visualizing Daddy's thing the way she had seen it several times 
when she'd walked in on him in the bathroom ... or her brother Donnie's, and 
she'd more than just seen his ... she'd held it in her hand and examined it 
closely. God, how she wished she had one of her own right now...! She knew 
what she'd do with it! Push it right into her hole ... virginity or no 
virginity! One the very same size as Daddy's ... big and long and thick! She 
wished she had Daddy's right at that moment ... and she'd kiss him on the 
mouth, too...! 

Subconsciously, Ann's small slender hand moved down over her flat belly, 
down to her warm vibrant thighs and slipped inside the elastic legband of 
her panties, her fingers gently parting the soft, sparse fuzz and fondling 
the soft fleshy lips of her tight little cunt, finally, spreading them 
apart, one finger easing in between their velvety moistness as memories of 
Donnie's stiff shaft filled her excited mind ... and it was then that she 
heard the tapping on her window. 

At first, it frightened her and she lay breathless, staring at the opening 
through the darkness. 

"Ann ... it's me!" came a whisper. 

"W-Who? Who is it?" she managed, raising up in the bed. 

"Donnie ... Who the devil did you expect?" 

She let off a heavy sigh and smiled to herself. She got from the bed and 
went to the window, raising the blinds. 

"What're you doing out there...?" 

"Shhhhhh," he cautioned, finger over his lips. "Come on, I want to show you 
something. Hurry..." 

Ann could see him quite distinctly in the moonlight. He was wearing only his 
jockey shorts, and she felt certain she could see the hardened swelling of 
his thing jutting out. She stared at it, then up at his young, handsome 
face, the sight of its protuberance causing the prickles to ripple though 
her once more. At last, she said: "W-What are you talking about...?" 

"Shhhhhh. It's Mom and Dad. Remember how I told you that grown-ups suck ... 
you know?" 

Ann felt her face flushing immediately, but it was a warm and pleasant 
sensation. She nodded, hardly daring to speak unless she make too much 
noise. 

"Well ... come on and you'll see for yourself. They're doing it right now," 
he whispered. 

"W-Who is?" 

"Mom and Dad." 

"I don't believe it." 

"Shhhhhh. Come on, and I'll prove it..." 

Ann hesitated only a moment. The mere mention and thought of what her 
brother was implying had, for some unknown reason, set those maddening 
tingles soaring through her like a small prairie fire. Anyway, she didn't 
believe it. It was just too wild to think that Daddy and Mommy would ever 
... but she had to know if Donnie was telling the truth ... if they really 
did! Heavens, how many times had she thought of doing it ... but that was 
different ... she'd had those thoughts filling her mind and exciting her 
ever since she'd began having periods ... but she'd never dreamed that other 
people thought of it ... If only Mom and Dad really did ... then, it would 
be all right...! 

"Well? Are you coming?" 

"A-All right. Help me out..." 

Donnie assisted in quietly removing the screen, then helping his voluptuous 
sister through the window, letting his hands brush warmly over her lush, 
young firm breasts purposely and causing her to titter silently; she gave 
him a sisterly peck on the cheek as she reached down and squeezed his 
rock-hard shaft through his shorts. 

"Watch it," he said grinning and taking her hand to lead her toward their 
parents' bedroom window. 

To his delight, their Mom and Dad were still at it, engaged in the same act 
and in the same positions. 

"There," Donnie whispered. "See for yourself!" 

Ann was forced to place her small hand over her mouth to keep from gasping 
aloud as she watched the beautiful bodies of her naked parents on the bed. 
Instantly, the sight before her increased the already wild sensations 
coursing through her vibrant young body. Heavens, her mother was absolutely 
delicious to look at. She was kneeling over Daddy's face with her crotch, 
her slender hands wrapped around the base of his magnificent, long, thick 
and hard rod with several inches of it sucked deep in her mouth, her 
beautiful taut breasts swaying beneath her as she sucked at the stiff shaft 
of flesh pushing up into her mouth. 

"You see?" Donnie whispered, as if he were some sort of man-of-the-world 
enlightening her. "Mom sucks his cock while he licks her cunt..." 

"Donnie!" she exclaimed in a harsh whisper. "You shouldn't use those words 
and you know it!" 

But even as she said it, Ann realized that the very sound of the lewd terms 
he had spoken had caused her own excitement to strangely increase. 

"Why not? That's what they are, aren't they? My cock and your cunt? Come on, 
sis ... don't start being that way again. Remember, you didn't believe me 
when I said grownups suck each other either." 

"All right ... all right ... be quiet and let's watch..." she breathed 
heavily, her eyes dilating at the exciting scene before them. 

"Wow! Look at Dad's tongue go. He's got it right up inside Mom's cunt a 
whole foot!" Donnie said, as they both watched their father's extended 
lingual member disappearing into the hairfringed, vaginal mouth between 
their mother's open legs. 

Ann could almost feel the wet, delightful tongue making its entrance between 
her own tight pussylips as she watched the loving act of her wonderful 
father and realized the enchanting bliss her Mom must be experiencing from 
it. 

Oh God, they were so much in love ... such magnificent parents, and she 
loved them both so! She could cry with joy for them in their happiness. 
Then, she watched her father's big, gentle hands slide up to cup the moons 
of her mother's round full buttocks and draw her crotch down closer to him 
as he thrust his tongue deeper up into her vaginal channel, and she could 
hear the humming sound her Mom made around his prick in her sucking mouth, 
as she seemed to screw her delighted cunt down onto her father's wildly 
spiraling tongue. 

Ann watched his long, white cock sawing rhythmically in and out of her 
mother's ovaled mouth, his loins tensing and jerking as suddenly the young 
girl realized almost jealously that her mother was absorbing nearly the full 
length of it into her throat. 

"He's getting ready to cum," Donnie whispered. "I can tell." 

"Wh-What do you mean?" Ann hissed, her throat and lips so dry she thought 
they might crack. 

"God ... you don't know anything do you?" he said, teasingly. 

"Of course I do. What I meant was ... will Mommy let it cum right in her 
mouth ... all that white stuff...?" 

"Sure! What'da you think she's sucking it for?" 

"I-I ... Oh Lord, I don't know ... but I wish it was me!" Ann blurted. 

Donnie stole a look at her in the moonlight. 

"Me too," he replied. "Y-You want to...?" 

"W-What do you mean?" 

"Awww, come on ... What do you think I mean?" Donnie whispered, backing away 
and pushing his shorts down so that his own throbbing boyish shaft was 
jutting straight out in the silverish light. 

Ann looked down at it excitedly. 

"Y-You mean ... you do it to me and I do it to you ... just like Mommy and 
Daddy ... Is that what you mean?" 

"You know darned well it is. Why you got to be so smart and girlish about 
it, huh? Come on, we'll go back to your room." 

"I-I don't know, Donnie ... I-I..." Ann paused. 

Suddenly she reached down and took her brother's prick in her hand, 
automatically stroking the foreskin back and forth. She smiled into his 
face, then, kissed him. 

"Come on!" she gasped excitedly, grabbing his hand. "Hurry...!" 

Donnie wished he could see her better; it was so dark in the lousy room, but 
they both had all of their clothes off and she was up over him on the bed in 
the same position that their Mom and Dad had been in. The point was that 
seeing for him was part of it, and he couldn't see anything, but he could 
feel ... he could feel the nipples of her pretty tits hanging down and 
brushing against his belly as she held his prick and waited for him to 
start. 

He was scared! He really was! He'd never really done anything like this 
before ... Mrs. Archer and Mrs. Neilson had always sucked him and he'd just 
lain there ... but Ann was waiting for him. She was feeling of his balls and 
stroking his prick and he could hear her breathe heavy ... then, in the 
faint light he could see her luscious buttocks undulating above his face. 
Holy crap! He was scared shitless! He pictured her sparsely covered, 
blonde-haired pussy in his mind and responsively, his cock jerked in her 
small hand. 

He managed: "D-Did you lock the door?" 

"Yes," she whispered. 

"I-I'll go out the window if anyone comes..." 

"Are you going to do it or not?" 

"Sure, I'm going to do it ... when I get ready," he said, hissingly 
pretending nonchalance. 

"Are ... Are you a little scared, Donnie?" Ann whispered, raising up to look 
back at him. 

"Why do you ... ask that?" 

"I am ... but I want to ... Do you?" 

Donnie swallowed tightly. He ran his hands up and down his sister's smooth 
skinned, shapely thighs and over her buttocks, then down to the insides of 
her legs where the sensitive flesh was warm and excited. Again, he moved his 
hands up and down, letting them brush against the soft flesh and silken 
hair. Then, he said: "Y-Yes ... we got to! Bring your behind down a little 
bit..." 

She did, and he could feel her legs tremble as the first delicious aromas of 
her aroused, moist genitals reached his flaring nostrils. Suddenly, he 
pushed forth his tongue, feeling the tickle of soft pubic hairs against it, 
an unexpected sensation that aroused him even more. Excitedly he brushed 
through them until he touched hot flesh and realized the cut-like slit he 
felt at his tongue tip was her cunt! Wildly, the tingling shocks raced 
through him, and he ran his tongue along the crack from the very bottom to 
the top and back. He heard his sister groan aloud and reached up to squeeze 
her ass-cheeks as a signal to be quiet. 

Several times, he drew his tongue up and down through the soft silk-like 
hair, until, of a sudden, it parted the fleshy lips a fraction and moved 
inside. It was then the pungent taste and stimulating aroma of her 
delectable cunt registered, and he plunged his tongue up into the tender, 
sensitiveness hovering over his face. 

Ann couldn't restrain the groan of passion that escaped her. Ooooh! There 
had never been anything like that! Nadine, her girl friend's finger had been 
inside her there, and she had played with other little finger-like objects, 
but never anything like this! Oh ... Oh ... her sweet, loving brother ... He 
was just like Daddy ... Her cunt was alive ... on fire ... with joy! She 
wished she could see his beautiful thing ... thing? Cock was the word! She 
wished she could see his magnificent cock in her hand ... and his balls that 
she must be careful not to hurt in her excitement. She tried to remember 
their sex-education class in school, which really she had never liked, but 
now, she could understand its meaning ... maybe for the first time. 

She stroked the heavy foreskin of his cock and lowered her face until she 
could smell intimately the biting aroma at its tip. She remembered the split 
at its end, and then the way her mother was sucking at her father. Dear God, 
she wondered if any girl was as lucky as she ... to have such a handsome, 
loving father and beautiful understanding mother ... let alone this loving 
brother who lay beneath her licking her cunt and sending all kinds of wild, 
delicious sensations rippling through her? And then, all of a sudden, she 
let her tongue reach to the tip of his prick in her hand, tasting the 
unexpected wetness she found there and finding it tart ... even nippy and 
provocative to her palate. 

Again, she ran her tongue tip over the smooth, rubbery flesh, feeling his 
prick jerk in her hand and his tongue suddenly brush feverishly over her 
little pink bud. This time, she found the slit at the end of his prick and 
the desire to probe into it was more than she could hold back. She worked 
feverishly at it, as if by so doing, eventually it would worm down inside, 
but she received only the welcomed stringent tastes and her brother's moans 
as he licked and suddenly clasped his lips over her clitoris in a gentle 
sucking motion in reward for her efforts. 

The latter shock of joy was beyond any rapture she had ever imagined, and as 
her buttocks quivered and lurched in ignorant, blissful delirium above him, 
the thought that she must have his cock to its entirety inside her warm, 
moist mouth overwhelmed her, and she plunged her soft red lips down over it 
like a hot, wet, enshrouding cloak, her tongue swirling excitedly as she 
sucked with the instinct of the ages in her effort to draw the seed of 
creation from his young, muscular loins. 

Donnie had never experienced anything like this. Sure, he'd had his cock 
sucked by those women across the street, but never had he tasted the 
delectable delight, or known the pubescent erotic sensation of an eager cunt 
presented to the ravages of his young tongue and lips especially such a 
beautiful, tight cunt as that of his equally young stimulated sister. 

There could only be one better, he thought as he licked and sucked at her 
clitoris ... and that would be his own Mom's! Holy Crap! Suppose it was he 
and Mom here like this! He'd go out of his mind, all right! He damned sure 
would ... because he was certain no one could suck his prick like Mom, if 
she wanted to! But of course, that was crazy to even think about. She had 
Dad ... and he certainly wouldn't want to do anything to come between his 
Mom and Dad. He loved them too much ... But, oh shit, Ann was sucking him 
good now! Her godamned tongue was wrapping around his prick like Mrs. 
Archer's ... and no one had ever shown her how. It must come natural! Man, 
she was tonguing him all right, and squeezing his balls as if she'd done it 
a thousand times. Wow! It wouldn't be long ... he'd cum! What ... what would 
she do then? 

Ann couldn't believe the enchanting thrills the sucking of her own brother's 
cock was bringing her. She could only imagine how much more intense the 
feeling would be if it were Daddy's ... but she certainly loved Donnie too! 
This moment was the most fulfilling one she had ever known ... and he was 
licking and sucking at her clitoris! 

Oh, God! If he kept that up, she was surely going to rip apart ... at least, 
something was bound to happen. Her cunt and belly felt as if they were being 
liberated ... as if they were being trotted around separate from her body 
like a new-born colt in a pasture. Of course, she realized from sex 
education class that if she kept sucking his cock he would cum ... that he 
would shoot his creamy white sperm out right into her mouth ... but, for 
some crazy reason, she wanted him to! She wanted to swallow it ... just as 
she pictured Mommy swallowing Daddy's. Now, she wished they'd waited to see, 
but she was sure that her Mom did. Anyway, she wanted to ... was going to 
... had to! She could almost imagine how hot and thick and sweet it would 
taste ... probably pungent, like what she'd tasted with the tip of her 
tongue at the beginning ... Oh ... oh ... ooohhh ... oooooohhhhhh, something 
was happening inside her! It was ... it was ... it wassss ... oh, happy Lord 
... nothing had ever been like this! 

Donnie suddenly realized that he was going to cum! He wondered if he should 
tell her. Shit ... she had to know about it sometime, didn't she? He could 
feel the tingling way down deep along the cord toward his anus. He opened 
his mouth wide and sucked at his sister's tender, young cunt. He mashed his 
tongue against the delicious throbbing flesh of her clitoris. That's where 
she'd do it ... if she was ever going to. He flailed his tongue wildly as he 
felt the mounting pressure in his loins. 

"Jesus!" he blurted. "I'm going to squirt, Sis!" 

"Mmmmm Hmmmmmmm!" she replied excitedly, gyrating her beautiful young ass 
wildly as the unknown, never-before, building pressure expanded inside her. 

"Godamn ... I am!" he blurted aloud. 

"Mmmmmm Hmmmmmmm ... Yes ... yessss, hurry...!" she gasped, opening her 
mouth and gulping the words around his throbbing cock. 

It happened, then! His young, swollen prick burst in her mouth with all its 
youth, shooting forth long streams of his white, hot sperm that made her 
gasp and choke, even as her own orgasm, the first in her young lifetime came 
over her, and she tried to swallow his cum with her mouth open, getting only 
small portions while the tremendous wave of sheer delight swam over her and 
her body quaked and trembled above him as he clung inside the lips of her 
moist, tender cunt to her clitoris, even as his cock lurched and spewed the 
hot contents of his youthful, vibrant loins all over her face and hair ... 
even to her lovely swaying breasts, and once in the eye, at which they both 
laughed later ... much later, for he had to climb out the window when they 
heard their father's footsteps moving along the hall because of the noise 
they'd made... 

 Chapter 2 

Even though their Cadillac was three years old, driving it always gave 
Elaine Trent a feeling of confidence and security, just as did the expensive 
clothes she wore, her jewelry they could hardly afford but that Steven 
insisted that she have, and all of the other wonderful trappings her 
magnificent husband showered upon her and their children in his ceaseless 
efforts to give them a life of plenty. Now, it was to be the beautiful new 
home on Borden Drive. 

Truly, she thought, as she drove through the rolling farm country on that 
wet October morning toward Syracuse, there was no happier woman alive. 

What a grand husband and father he was ... and what a robust lover! God, 
last night his lovemaking had brought her the very ultimate in ecstatic 
bliss, but then, had she ever known any thing else with him in their 
beautiful seventeen years together? Seventeen years...! Lord, it hardly 
seemed possible; he had made each one so full and sheltered from every 
peril; those years had simply raced by. It was difficult for her to think of 
herself as being thirty-six, or Steve, forty-four ... and her pretty little 
girl all of fifteen now, with Donnie going onto fourteen ... Her baby ... 
what a handsome boy he had grown to be ... tall and broad like his father, 
clean cut and fair-skinned ... all over ... yes, all over ... lean hipped 
... with generous, masculine endowments... Dear God, she mustn't start 
thinking about that again; it would only work her up and she wasn't quite 
ready for it this early in the morning. 

She concentrated on the two-lane highway, a little sorry now that she hadn't 
taken the expressway. There was hardly any traffic whatever and she 
experienced a brief moment of fear as she thought of the possibility of 
having a flat tire or a breakdown of sorts and being stranded. Then, she 
smiled to herself. Of course, there was little chance of that, Steven always 
kept her car in perfect operating condition ... just as he looked after 
everything for her. Actually, her responsibilities were practically nil, she 
mused to the soft strains of music from the tape she had inserted when she 
left Parksburg, and suddenly she wondered if that was really a healthy 
situation for an ambitious and aggressive woman? For certainly, she was an 
ambitious and aggressive woman ... had always been ... needling her loving 
Steve when his own pluck seemed to falter in those early days, perhaps 
unnecessarily, but time had proven it worthwhile, hadn't it? Now, he was 
President of Parksburg Paper and their social standing that much more 
prominent... Of course, it would mean an increasing demand on her time in 
the women's clubs and civic groups, but she supposed she ought to welcome 
that ... God knows, she needed something to keep her from doing what she was 
at that very moment! 

Elaine was never pleased with herself after she had lied to her husband. But 
there seemed no other logical way of getting off by one's self for a whole 
day at a time without using the shopping excuse, and she had been employing 
it once a week for well over a year now. The fact that Ruth Evans was a 
fictional character of her imagination that neither her Steven or the 
children ever bothered to question, amused her to no end; yet, it also 
frightened her, for had there been some explaining necessary on her part, 
she might think twice about taking these little weekly junkets along this 
nearly out-moded old highway to the city ... but of course, there was a 
reason for that, too, she well knew. Hitch-hikers were not permitted on the 
expressway; there was a rather stiff fine many of the young, long-haired 
boys had told her, once they were in the car beside her. They traveled this 
old highway out of necessity, and were always grateful as well as surprised 
when she stopped ... so much so that they never minded her alluring little 
advances, but rather welcomed them, and were always ready by the time they 
reached the Reservation-Road where there were a dozen secluded places to 
park. 

But she had never let them do more than fondle and play with her while she 
sucked them; she had been resolute about that. That was the whole thing, the 
reason for the constant mounting drive in her loins ... to take out their 
magnificent young cocks and stroke and love them ... to finally suck them 
while she thought of her own handsome son...! 

Good Lord! She had worked herself right up into it again, and today there 
was no one. She hadn't seen a soul for the last ten miles and she was 
beginning to fear that her trip was going to be fruitless. Damn the nasty 
weather, anyway. Damn everything...! 

Abruptly, her attention was taken by the sudden appearance of a figure 
standing on the edge of the road ahead and waving her down. Elaine touched 
at her brakes and began to cut her speed as she approached the signaling 
figure, noticing at the same time the white roadster that had evidently 
skidded from the road and nosed down into a gully. As she drew closer she 
made out the figure to be that of a young, long-haired boy, probably in his 
late teens or early twenties. Immediately, her heart began to pound. 

She touched the electric window button on his side and he leaned a rain-wet, 
good-looking strong face inside, brushing at his dark waved hair 
simultaneously. 

"I blew a tire," he said, grinning lopsidedly like they all seemed to do. 
"Can you give me a lift?" 

"Of course," Elaine said, his face striking a somewhat familiar note within 
her. It seemed that she should know him from somewhere. "Are you alone?" 

"Yeah," he said, opening the door and climbing in beside her. "Lucky I 
didn't break my damned neck I suppose. I think I totaled out the front end 
... which is okay with me. I've been wanting to get rid of that overpowered 
codfish box for too long. Now, I've got no choice." 

Elaine smiled pleasantly while she sent the Caddy back into motion and 
caught the appraising look he was giving her. His eyes were an azure blue, 
filled with tiny hazel flecks that suddenly began to swirl as he ran them 
over her body brazenly, then finally back to her face. 

"I've seen you in Parksburg," he said. "Right?" 

"Perhaps," she replied. "I live there." She glanced over at him then back to 
the highway. "I've seen you before, too. Are you from Parksburg?" 

"Sometimes. I have a shack there ... up near Quarrysite," he said, his eyes 
studying the length and shape of her nylon-encased legs, from her slim 
ankles to the few inches above her knee where the hem of her dress rested. 

She felt his eyes and that excited her. 

"It's very beautiful up there, but I thought it was all estates." 

"It is," he replied evenly. "What's your name?" 

Once more she glanced over at him, surprised at his casual cheekiness. He 
was wearing faded levis, riding boots, black T-shirt and a tan whipcord 
jacket. His long hair was behind his ears but near to being shoulder-length. 
She said: "Mrs. Steven Trent. What's yours?" 

He shrugged. 

"If you want you can call me Jamey ... and I'll call you Mrs. Steven Trent. 
How's that?" 

Elaine laughed. 

"All right ... it's Elaine ... although I can't imagine what difference it 
makes." 

"None I suppose ... unless we decide we want to get to know each other 
better," he said, reaching into his jacket pocket and bringing out a 
cigarette. "Or does that go against your particular marriage code?" 

Once more, his self assurance gave her a start ... it was flippant 
effrontery, and she didn't like that in a man ... or boy ... in fact, it 
wasn't going at all the way she preferred ... the way it had always gone in 
the past ... She flashed him an irritated look and said: 

"What do you mean ... my particular marriage code?" 

He grinned onesidedly, letting smoke from his lungs, completely ignoring the 
politeness of offering her a cigarette. 

"In marriage everyone has their own code ... monogamous, polygamous, or just 
plain adulterous. Usually, I can guess, but with you ... I don't feel 
confident." 

"You'd never know it," Elaine snapped. "And thank you for the cigarette." 

He continued to grin at her. 

"I wouldn't want to start you on any bad habits," he said. 

"What makes you think I don't smoke?" 

"The ashtrays. Besides, such an attractive woman ... an obviously faithful 
wife and mother ... I can't picture you as practicing any of the worldly 
vices ... unless it might be imbibing occasionally ... or are you a 
teetotaler also?" 

His smooth husky voice and his almost insolent manner of saying whatever he 
chose was irritating her to no end. 

"Of course not," she said. "I enjoy a drink now and then..." 

"Good. There's a little place up ahead called The Roadhouse," he said. "Stop 
there and I'll buy you one for your troubles." 

"Really? Well, that's very kind of you, but I don't make a habit of drinking 
with strange boys, especially so early in the day," she said, enjoying her 
cutting disparagement immensely. "Besides, I believe there's a law about 
serving minors, isn't there ?" 

He laughed warmly, seemingly unruffled by her scorn. 

"Oh, they'll serve me," he said with confidence. "They always do. I just 
don't tell them that I'm only nineteen. I say..." and abruptly, she heard 
him assume a western accent, "Reckon you must watch The Gallant Rangers ever 
Sunday night on TV, stranger ... well, Ahm Brace Collins. Now ... let's have 
a bottle here, eh?" 

It struck Elaine then that the boy beside her was none other than Jamey 
Halo, the TV star who did play Brace Collins in the Gallant Rangers ... just 
as he'd said! For a moment, she stared at him in somewhat embarrassed awe, 
while her scoffing of him only a short interval before raced though her 
mind. She felt her face flushing. Of course, it was him; she realized now 
that he owned an estate up near Quarrysite and that the father of one of 
Ann's girl friends ... Nadine, she thought ... worked as caretaker for him. 
She hardly knew what to say, but it seemed that some sort of an apology on 
her part was in order... 

"I-I really am sorry for being so snide," she heard herself say. "I guess I 
just got the impression that you were trying to be smart ... and thought it 
might be fun to make a pass at an older, married woman..." 

"And you were right in both cases," he interrupted, offering her the same 
lopsided smile while the tiny flecks in his eyes began to swirl lustily. "As 
a matter of fact, I haven't given up yet ... and furthermore, I don't like 
your reference to the word older, married woman ... My version of that 
person is entirely different. Words like lovely, stately, enchanting, 
provocative, alluring, and just plain sexy come immediately to mind as I 
look at her..." 

Elaine sensed her pulse quickening once more, as well as the warm tinge to 
her cheeks. She couldn't contain the smile as she looked over at him. 

"You are most flattering, Jamey, but I hardly can believe that you're 
telling the truth. Nevertheless ... like most women, I have to admit that I 
like to hear it." 

"How about that drink?" he questioned. "The Roadhouse is right up there." 

"Well ... maybe, just one..." 

"Fine," he said, reaching over and patting her thigh with a young, strong 
tanned hand. "Let's make it a long one, eh...?" 

Elaine felt the heat of his hand through her dress and hose, tingling hotly 
against the soft smooth flesh of her thigh. Momentarily, her breath hitched 
in her throat and she eased off the highway onto the gravel drive of the 
shabby frame building, her dark eyes catching sight of the halfdozen small, 
over-night cabins in the pine-grove at the rear. 

* * * 

It was sometime around noon on that gray October day when Elaine Trent 
accompanied Jamey Halo to cabin number three behind The Roadhouse, and even 
as she entered, walking hesitantly in front of him, she could hardly believe 
her own actions. She had never in her entire married life, gone to bed nor 
had full sexual relations with another man ... only the little oral episodes 
with the boys she picked up, but those had always taken place in her car, 
and she had never let them do more than fondle her or play with her a little 
... this was different! She was actually entering into a closed room with 
this boy-man who was a complete stranger to her and she simply couldn't 
rationalize it! 

Suddenly, she heard the door close behind him and the lock thunder into 
place with a certain finality. She spun about to stare at him. Dear God, 
she'd only had three drinks, hardly enough to cause her to lose her wits ... 
yet, she had but to stare up into his young, handsome face and the old 
familiar tremors began to race through her belly, just as they had inside 
The Roadhouse when she looked at him. 

She seemed to freeze before him, the blood pounding in her veins; it wasn't 
happening...! He came toward her; she wished that he wouldn't ... but he 
was; she should run from him ... he was just a boy! He bent and kissed her 
and subconsciously her lips seemed to open and draw him into her, pulling 
his tongue into her mouth as if by magic. Her hands closed on his face and 
she moaned throatily as she held tightly to him, while her breasts dug into 
his chest and his hands slipped around her to cup her full ovaled buttocks 
and bring her tightly against his pelvis. 

She felt his prick then, growing and grinding into her soft abdomen. She was 
lost from that moment on! There was no turning back! She maneuvered him 
around as her tongue swirled into his mouth, and gently pushed him backward 
onto the bed, coming over on top of him, half lying along his lean frame. 

Briefly, a fleeting thought of Steven, of Donnie, of her lovely Ann, 
flittered through her excited brain, but only briefly. Nothing else mattered 
now but this marvelous boy-man beneath her. She lay upon him, wriggling her 
hips gently, kissing him, teasing her wet little tongue in his ear. 

He placed his virile young hands on her already quivering buttocks, feeling 
them warm and fleshy beneath the material of her dress. He smoothed his 
hands to her waist, amazed at its narrow size. He said: 

"You like to fuck, don't you?" 

"Oh God...!" Elaine gasped, the lewd word like a tonic to her constantly 
increasing passion. 

"Don't you? Fuck and suck?" 

"Yes...! Yes...!" she hissed. "To suck ... I love to suck!" 

"And fuck?" 

"N-No one has ever done it to me ... but my husband ... No one ... honest!" 

"I believe you..." he whispered with lewd confidence. "But today, it's going 
to be different ... because I'm going to fuck you until you turn blue, Mrs. 
Steven Trent!" 

"Oh God ... no! You can't ... really, you can't! Just let me suck you...!" 
she pleaded, hardly knowing what she was saying, spreading her legs inside 
her dress as far as she could so that she could rub her crotch against his 
ever growing rod of flesh. "I'm a mother ... a mother and a wife ... I love 
my husband ... my children, don't you see...?" 

Jimmy Halo didn't see. He knew only that he had latched onto a delectable 
nympho who looked ten years younger than she probably was and who went off 
her trolley at the sound of the word cock. Presently, he felt the hollowed 
curve of her thigh junction rocking insanely against the bulge of his 
swollen erection. He pressed his fingers into the crease between her 
buttocks, pushing the material before him and almost unconsciously she 
jiggled her ass and gyrated it, making the two magnificent mounds move 
erotically beneath his hands. 

"Oh my God..." she whimpered. "We mustn't you know. We really mustn't!" 

Jamey grinned inwardly. He wondered if no meant yes to her and vice versa. 
Her mouth had fastened on his neck and she was trying to pull her dress up. 
He caught her hand and held it, then with the other unzipped the long 
fastener at the back. She didn't fight him as he undressed her, rolling her 
off him to one side and slipping the dress over her head. He unfastened her 
bra while she removed her half-slip, leaving only her panties, garter-belt 
and silk stockings. The latter he wanted left on, and suddenly he lifted her 
up over him, amazed at the taut magnificence of her rounded figure and 
smooth flesh, and opening his mouth he sucked in a tiny, ruby-red nipple, 
completely absorbing it and the hard point of her breast within his lips. 
She moaned aloud as he began to nibble and suck; he could hear her breathe 
quickly and excitedly through her nostrils, rubbing her pubic mound more 
fervently on his throbbing prick now, letting a leg fall limply on either 
side. 

"Oh yes!" she gasped. "Yes ... yes, suck my tit ... bite it ... oh God!" 

But he couldn't breathe any longer from the smothering pressure of her soft, 
lush breasts around his face, and he levered her down, pulling her panties 
down over her full rounded hips. 

He stroked her naked buttocks and then, she removed her hose and garter belt 
and he said nothing. She helped him slip the tiny nylon garments down the 
full white columns of her thighs, finally kicking them off as once more he 
explored the delightful crevice between the smooth fleshy globes of her 
backside, pushing them apart and tenderly fingering the tight puckered hole 
of her anus. He smoothed his hand down over her lovely moons and let it slip 
underneath the provocative curve, through the soft nest of hair until it 
came to the long moist slit between her legs; he opened it with his hand and 
pushed a middle finger inside. 

"Oh, Oh! Yes! My God ... it's beautiful!" she whimpered hoarsely, spreading 
her legs wide to make it easier for him to reach and rub her clitoris. He 
did and she knew that the little bud was firmly erect under his fingertips. 
"It's so beautiful ... I don't know, Jamey darling ... My God! We shouldn't 
... should we?" 

"To hell you say!" he snapped, rolling her away from him again and hopping 
off the bed. He drank of her loveliness lying naked and open on the bed 
before him as he stripped away his clothes. Her round full white thighs were 
spread apart and the black silken down covering the swollen mound and fleshy 
lips of her tight pink cunt reminded him of a virginal teenager. He could 
never remember seeing more firm, erect full breasts on any girl, and the 
increasing throb in his aching cock let him know that there was no way on 
God's earth she could stop him now. 

Elaine's eyes were closed when she felt him crawl onto the bed between her 
legs. The one moment of his physical absence away from her had set her brain 
to reasoning, and she was fighting that, forcing a void of nothingness to 
occupy her mind. 

"Open your eyes, Baby," she heard him say, and she did, slowly, almost 
fearfully. 

She saw him kneeling erect there, naked now ... beautifully lean and tanned, 
a smile on his handsome face, however lewd, and her eyes trailed quickly 
down his flat, muscular torso to the thick hard penis standing out from his 
hairy pelvis. She raised to her elbows, her eyes widening in somewhat 
disbelief, while his proud, if somewhat salacious grin broadened and his 
hand began to tauntingly stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and 
forth over the blood-engorged head lasciviously, causing his heavy balls to 
sway gently between his strong thighs. 

"Oh ... oh!" she gasped, her breath a choking little catch in her throat, 
making her breasts ripple before him as she stared at the unbelievably 
immense shaft and mentally tried to compare it to Steven's... 

"You expected, maybe, something more infantile?" he teased and smiled as he 
lowered himself between her thighs, his handsome face mere inches above her 
excited loins. He looked up at her between her lovely breasts. "It'll only 
be a minute," he said. "Curiosity ... Just wondered what the cunt of such a 
beautiful woman would taste and feel like." 

With surprisingly gentle, adroit hands, Elaine felt him, with flattened 
palms placed strategically against the soft warm flesh of her quivering 
inner thighs, apply thumb pressure to her cuntlips, slowly spreading them 
open before him and the cool air brushed against the moist, sensitive flesh 
there. 

Lustfully, Jamey Halo gazed down at the delicious, glistening coral fissure 
he had tenderly laid open to him within the enframing, silken black hair, 
sparsely covering the enticing phenomenon of her lovely vaginal lips. Two 
tiny glimmering droplets moistened the little pink tongue-like petals that 
peeked out at him, while the erect little bud at their apex seemed to 
palpitate before his eyes. 

Elaine felt the hot wisps of his breath graze her sensitive, secret flesh 
and she murmured passionately as suddenly she felt his long hot tongue lick 
wetly up through her exposed vulva, its moisture mingling with her own, and 
she slipped forward on the bed, moaning and holding his head by the ears 
against her crotch. Dear God! It was sheer ecstasy! 

He licked and sucked, fastening his lips around her clitoris and she began 
to wriggle and squirm her hips in ungovernable little contracting movements. 
The entire aperture was suddenly flowering open to him and there was a 
perfumed moisture on his tongue. She smelled of delicate aromatic soap, and 
the satiny skin of her thighs clasping his face in a gentle, ever-moving 
embrace was like soft, sweet-smelling velvet. It was even more intoxicating 
than he had imagined! 

Christ! He'd had girls and girls, and woman upon woman ever since he could 
remember ... ever since the farm in Iowa when he was only twelve ... when he 
first learned that the hairy slit between his nineteen-year-old 
step-mother's legs was worth the biting cut of his father's horsewhip ... 
and later as he wandered aimlessly around the country, that every female had 
her price, even though she herself may not realize it ... but in all of his 
youthful vagabond adventures, he couldn't recall a girl or woman ever 
arousing his lust more than this bewitching young housewife who lay 
willingly at his mercy beneath him. Damn ... what was it that had persuaded 
her to give herself to him without so much as a struggle? She was no wanton 
bitch ... no two-bit, frustrated, suburbia housewife out for kicks. She was 
quality ... educated ... country club ... the elite ... breathtaking ... 
ravishing ... No, he didn't want to know! That might spoil it ... and he 
didn't want anything to spoil it for either of them ... God no ... nothing! 

He felt her hands on his head, as suddenly he realized in confusion how 
badly he had needed her to help blot his own hell from his mind ... She was 
trying to pull him up over her in her gentle, feminine way. He responded, 
slithering up over her, She stretched her neck, pressing her head back; her 
eyes were tightly closed, her mouth hanging open. She looked as if she might 
be praying. He kissed her and felt her lips suddenly sucking at his, her 
tongue spiriting into his mouth wildly as if she were trying to taste the 
essence of herself there. She moaned passionately and he raised himself so 
that he could run his hand over her breast, her stomach, her thighs, up and 
down over her delicious nakedness, his trembling hand arousing a response of 
panting and quivering from her. She continued to suck at his tongue and 
lips, and then gasped: 

"Oh ... oh God, we shouldn't, Jamey ... we shouldn't! No one has ever ... 
ever done it to me, but him ... my husband ... Oh God..." 

"Done what?" he whispered. "What haven't they done?" 

"Oh ... you know..." 

"Yes ... whisper it to me!" he hissed. "Quick, say it!" 

"I-I ... oh dear G-God...! They haven't ... I never let them ... No one has 
ever..." 

"What?" 

"Fucked me!" she gasped, the very sound and feel of the salacious word 
passing between her lips, generating untold sensations to flutter wildly 
through her desire-racked body. 

"But you want me to, don't you?" he said because he had to ... because his 
male dominance, his male ego had to be satisfied ... and as he questioned, 
he shifted his hips until the length of his hard, throbbing shaft was 
pressed snugly between the moist spread-open lips of her cunt, its smooth 
rubbery head caught in the soft cleft of her contracting buttocks, and he 
ground gently against her. 

"Oh ... oh ... Darling ... yes ... yes! Now! Fuck me now, Jamey, darling!" 
she gasped passionately. 

Jamey felt her raise her legs suddenly, and reach down under her thighs. 
Again, her eyes were tightly closed, and shock jolted through him as her 
cool, searching hand grasped his prick. He sensed her breath drawing up 
short in her throat as his foreskin slid back and she gently guided the 
stone-hard cock to the moist, waiting mouth of her vagina, until he could 
feel the damp fleshy warmth nibbling hungrily at the swollen, pulsating 
head. 

Unintentionally, he plunged into her, driving his cock with a force he 
seemed unable to control, the warm, moist, velvety sleeve of her cuntal 
flesh gripping his shaft in a smooth resistance that caused him to grunt 
loudly, as she, too, moaned her delight. 

"Darling! Ooohhhhhh! Ooohhhhhh!" she whimpered as he began to fill her with 
quick, long thrusts, into her needing vagina, unrhythmic thrusts which 
slowed and lengthened as he stuffed her receptive, yielding cunt to greater 
and greater depths, until at last she felt its rubbery tip stab at her 
cervix and his balls swat hard into the soft cleft between the widespread 
cheeks of her ass. She was in heaven! 

Beneath him, Jamey felt her begin to writhe and buck as she groaned, and her 
cunt began to squeeze voraciously along the full length of his plunging 
member, her hard little nipples digging into his chest, her warm belly 
pressuring upward against him while her thighs clamped and unclamped at his 
hips and she worked up and down, establishing the rhythm of their union. 

"Oh Darling ... Darling," she murmured, and his aching prick soared up into 
her while her face began to toss from side to side. He saw the little white 
teeth marks appear on her lips where she had bit them, and every so often 
her mouth came against his and her teeth bit into him, even as she sucked 
his tongue and forced her own between his lips, gasping warm sweet breath 
into his throat. 

He saw the thin film of perspiration forming on her forehead beneath the 
short raven hair, and the way her neck was straining as low hums of abandon 
began to emit from deep in her throat against his lips. Dear Christ, he 
thought, he could fall in love with a woman like this ... a real woman ... a 
whole woman! Then, he thought of her ... envisioned her long flaming hair, 
her taunting evil smile...! Shelly! Bitch! Bitch! 

Elaine cried out beneath him, twisting momentarily to escape the sudden 
unexpected pain as he wedged his hands beneath the soft round orbs of her 
ass-cheeks and drew her crotch up tighter to him, then, rammed almost 
demoniacally, the vicious slap of his heavy balls against her buttocks 
resounding against the walls of the room. 

"Aaaggghhhh! My God ... you'll split me!" she gasped. 

He heard her low, animal-like scream and blindly thrust harder, screwing his 
pelvis tighter into her loins, grinding the squirming flaccid flesh beneath 
him. Then, surprisingly, she arched her hips up at him, her eyes glazing 
passionately as she raised them both inches off the bed and began to moan 
incessantly under his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his 
hips, working up and down in a wild chanting rhythm she could no longer seem 
to control. 

Insanely, now, he hammered into her, hauling her even tighter up against his 
loins and feeling her draw back her thighs, causing the moist, clasping hole 
of her cunt to flower open in reception of his pistoning cock to greater 
depths inside her. 

Elaine rolled her head in befogged and delighted, unequivocal bliss the 
momentary twinges of pain she had known, quickly giving way to the ecstasy 
he was bringing to her passion-filled body, her legs on either side of his 
young, thick impaling cock quivering and twitching spasmodically in wild 
profligacy as her tongue slithered in and out of his mouth in an oral 
fucking semblance, while velvety noises of enchantment gurgled in her 
throat. 

"Now! Hurry! Put your finger in my ass!" she choked, her voice coarse with 
that overwhelming, salacious lust that invariably swept over her like some 
evil, satanic spell she could never control. "Quick, damn you! Finger-fuck 
my asshole!" 

Jamey couldn't believe it! Suddenly, she was bucking and writhing beneath 
him like an insane woman! The vile, licentious expression contorting her 
beautiful face was that of an evil witch! She was like a female Jekyll-Hyde! 
It frightened him ... yet, he responded, slipping his fingers over the taut, 
stretched flesh of her buttocks to find her unconcealed anus, smooth and hot 
as it worked of itself with her tensing and relaxing. 

He dug it with a finger and it yielded, and his finger, an imitation of his 
prick, moved into the soft, warm depths, bringing new gasps and exclamations 
from her panting lips. 

"Oh shit!" she gasped. "It's like a small cock fucking into me there ... a 
little boy's cock ... my baby's cock...! Ooohhhh ... another ... another! 
Shove another finger in!" 

Dazedly, Jamey's brain reeled. Her unexpected obscene demands had set his 
throbbing balls to aching as did his shaft with the mounting pressure that 
had begun to build lustfully within his swollen sac. Excitedly, he intruded 
a second finger and felt the tight resistance slowly give as she screwed her 
anus back onto them, and he began to move and circle them inside the smooth, 
hot, rubbery depths while she wriggled in abandon to his dual impalement of 
her genitals. 

Her legs on either side of his perverted double invasion of her crotch were 
jerking and twitching in lewd depravity, their warm, soft, white strength 
clamping him tight, then, releasing him as she pulled her knees back against 
the tips of her swollen breasts, waggling and thrusting her twin 
orifice-filled crotch and buttocks up at him in sadomasochistic joy, moaning 
and gasping continuously. 

Luridly, Elaine sucked at his tongue buried half into her throat while she 
screwed her ass back onto his fingers and her legs raised even higher to 
receive his thundering cock. She wailed to herself in her delicious 
enchantment, realizing that she was hopelessly impaled on his marvelous 
young, rock-hard cock fucking into her vagina and his fingers plunged 
tightly up into her rectal channel. She thought of her Steven's magnificent 
cock and her Donnie's thick young prick ... Oh God, how she wished it was 
both of them fucking her holes right at that very moment ... both of them at 
the same time ... her beautiful, handsome men...! 

Jamey Halo had reached that point where he knew he'd blow his mind if he 
didn't cum soon! He gasped downward at where his rod was slipping smoothly 
in and out of her working cunt, and concentrated on the feel of the soft 
hair-lined folds clasping and clinging to his furiously rampaging prick 
thrusting with jackhammer force into her. She had changed completely. He had 
never seen or known anything like it; it was almost as if she were truly a 
witch! Christ, he had to cum! 

He tried to increase the pace and deepen his thrust as she writhed like a 
woman possessed beneath him, grinding up and down his cock with unbelievable 
fury, her legs ever jerking, her toes curling as she lurched her thighs wide 
and upward ... the first real indication he'd had that she was nearing 
climax! He pounded, pounded, pounded into her, at last yanking his fingers 
from her rectum with a wet, obscene hissing sound as he pressed his hands 
brutally behind her knees, thrusting them back hard until her head was 
enframed by them, bringing the table of her spectacular crotch higher and 
wider open to his almost inhuman plunges into her completely vulnerable 
cunt. 

"Oh ... Oooohhhhh ... Oooooohhhhhh!" Elaine groaned, setting up a chant 
beneath him, her lovely face bearing but the slightest semblance of the 
woman he had entered the room with, her wild passion warping her features 
into a sensuous, depraved mask of sexual lust. "Oh Christ ... don't stop, 
damn you! Harder! Harder! Fuck me, Donnie ... fuck me!" 

Jamey's senses were a whirlpool of confused and peaked desire. He thought 
she had called him by another name, but that didn't matter either. His 
aching, screaming cock was going to shatter into a million pieces! His balls 
would blow apart, with little pieces flying all over the room ... He wanted 
to scream as he ground hard and deep in his effort to plunge far up into the 
tender sanctuary of her womb ... his fear that he'd never satisfy her and 
that she would taunt him, just as Shelly taunted him, growing rapidly inside 
him! He watched her breasts heave and quiver beneath his brutal pummeling 
... even saw their tiny nipples expand before his eyes as she tossed her 
head madly from side to side ... and for one horrible moment he was certain 
that he'd failed...! 

Then, she convulsed under him! 

"Oh ... Ohooohhhhhhh ... yes! Yesssss! Here it cums! Oh my God! Now ... 
Nowwwww! I-I-I'm cuuuummmmmiiiinnnnnggggg!" 

Christ! He could shout he was so proud! She was! She was! He'd made her cum! 
Godamn her beautiful cunt, he thought as he hammered into her and felt her 
vaginal walls secrete their warm gushes of wet, sticky fluid around his 
plundering cock, flooding his shaft and balls while with renewed fire he 
thrust faster, deeper, with all of the strength he could still muster in his 
being ... and as he felt her jerk and lurch, then spasm wildly, the mouth 
and lips of her cunt sucking at him feverishly, her breath laboring in 
short, deep gasps, he sensed his own hot, wet sperm race the length of his 
prick in stimulating ecstasy, racking his lean, muscular young frame as it 
spurted from the tip of his cock far, far up into her soft, quivering belly. 
It jerked and spewed in never-ending delight inside her and she ground her 
crotch up tight against its buried depths. 

Elaine whimpered and ran her hands through his hair, her thighs trembling, 
her belly quaking in the throes of her climax as she felt the unleashed pool 
of rapture, he had emptied into her. He collapsed on top of her and she let 
her legs fall limply on either side of him ... gently, at last, rolling him 
away. 

She raised to one elbow above him and Jamey looked up at her. She was Mrs. 
Steven Trent once more ... Mrs. Dr. Jekyll ... He said: 

"Wh-What is it with you, anyway? I-I've never known anyone like you. You're 
... you're terrific ... Are you happy ... with your husband, I mean?" 

The first wave of remorse swept over Elaine and she looked away from the boy 
beside her. There was no shame; she had never known the meaning of that word 
... only remorse. For the first time in her life, she had actually violated 
her marriage vows; she had committed a fullscale infidelity. Dear God ... 
she could hardly remember most of it ... Would Steven forgive her if she 
told him...? 

"Are you?" he repeated, taking her small chin in his hand and bringing her 
to face him. 

"Am I what?" 

"Happy ... with your husband and family?" 

Elaine tilted her head, his words surprising her. "Are you insane?" she said 
suddenly. "Of course, I'm happy. I love my family with all my heart. I have 
a magnificent husband..." 

"Who's Donnie?" 

"He is..." she started to answer, then paused. Something told her that she 
mustn't say more. "I-I don't know anyone by that name." Suddenly, she arose 
from the bed and went about picking up her clothes, preparing to dress. 

"You're lying ... but I don't care," Jamey said. "Maybe he's another 
boyfriend, but I don't care about that, either. I don't believe I could ever 
get angry with you, Mrs. Steven Trent. I-I love you too much, already." 

Elaine had pulled up her panties. She was fastening her bra. Momentarily, 
she paused, then, finishing the act, going to the chair to pull on her hose. 
She said: 

"You're saying ridiculous things. I'm old enough to be your mother and you 
know it." 

"I don't give a damn. I can love you just the same," he said, still lying on 
the bed naked, raised to his elbow and stretched out on his side. 

"You ... you better dress and I'll take you somewhere so that you can look 
after your car," she said, standing to slip her dress over her head. 

"No. I'm going to stay here and think about you," he replied. "I've paid for 
the night ... might just as well sleep here as anyplace else." 

"Suit yourself." 

"Next time, maybe you'll tell me who Donnie is," he said, smiling his 
lopsided grin. 

She had moved in front of the small vanity mirror and was brushing a comb 
through her hair. She brought out lipstick and applied it. Finally, she 
said: 

"There won't be any next time, Jamey. There shouldn't have been any this 
time. But ... but I'm not sorry." 

He watched her. She had moved to the door and was ready to leave. He guessed 
that he knew all along there would never be another time. He forced a smile. 

"Was ... was it good?" he managed. 

Elaine smiled back. Her eyes fell upon his young limp member hanging long 
and harmless as he lay upon his side, his head propped up on his hand. She 
said: 

"It was good ... very good, Jamey. I'll never forget it." 

He nodded. "Bye," he said. 

She blew him a kiss. "Bye, bye, Darling," she said and closed the door 
behind her. 

 Chapter 3 

Donnie Trent couldn't keep thoughts of the terrific time he and his lovely 
sister had enjoyed the night before out of his mind. He not only couldn't, 
but he didn't want to even if he could. Wow, Ann had surprised him all 
right, the way she'd played with, and sucked his prick; he could hardly 
believe it yet. Even though she'd muffed it right at the end when he was 
cumming, it really hadn't been her fault because she was cumming too, and 
that was the first time in her life ... it was no wonder that she'd came all 
unglued. Anyway, she'd promised that it'd be different tonight, now that she 
knew what it was like when that crazy feeling came over you, like as if your 
asshole was unraveling or something: she'd promised that she'd hold right 
onto it and keep it in her mouth when he let go, if only he'd give her 
another chance. Well, he damn sure would; he was grinning and thinking to 
himself, as he maneuvered his mini-bike expertly in the rain, and threw his 
papers enroute. 

But he still could get over the conviction that of everyone, he'd bet that 
Mom could do it best of all ... especially after watching her with his 
father last night. Holy crap, his Dad really had a big cock, too, but Mom 
had taken practically the whole length of it right in her mouth. Man, that 
was something, all right ... and just thinking about his Mom doing it to him 
made his pecker jerk inside his shorts. He guessed he'd better force himself 
to think of something else before he got all excited and took a header on 
his bike ... except that there wasn't very much else that he cared to think 
about ... unless it was the trip to Maine they'd be taking the day after 
tomorrow. That ought to be pretty groovy, seeing the rocky-coast and all. He 
guessed that his Dad must be about the smartest guy around, being made 
president of the paper company like he was. He was sure lucky, all right, 
having parents like Mom and Dad, and a pretty sister like Ann to have a time 
with whenever he wanted to. 

Really, he thought, there was only about one thing that bothered him, and 
that was being sent off to boarding school next January when the new 
semester started. He wasn't keen on that at all, but it was something Dad 
kept insisting would be good for him. The idea of being away from the family 
gave him a funny feeling inside, a sort of lonesome emptiness that he didn't 
like one tiny bit; besides that, there wouldn't be anyone to have a time 
with ... Man, he'd sure miss Ann. 

Damnit, he guessed he'd just have to tell Dad he didn't want to go, that he 
wanted to stay right there with the family ... Holy crap, there just 
wouldn't be anyone he could have a time with, and that was for certain ...! 

* * * 

When Ann Trent saw Greg Wilcox coming across the stage toward her in the 
auditorium, the strangest feeling caught at the pit of her stomach. He was 
looking right at her, smiling that clean open grin of his that always caused 
her to melt, and she just knew that he was going to say something important. 
Then, she did the craziest thing ... she turned around and walked away from 
him into the wing and along the hallway to the prop room ... and for the 
life of her, if anyone had ever asked, she wouldn't have been able to tell 
them why she had done it. 

Once inside the cluttered room and realizing what she'd done, Ann was fit to 
be tied. She'd absolutely blown it ... actually turned her back on Greg 
Wilcox, the one boy any girl in the school would give six months allowance 
just to date! But something had simply made her swing around like that 
and... 

"Ann...? You in here?" she heard his voice in the doorway and could hardly 
believe it. 

"Yes," she replied, forcing herself to sound casual. She didn't turn but 
knew it was Greg. No one else in the whole world had a throaty voice like 
his. God, there wasn't any thing that he didn't have when it came to smooth 
guys. 

"Can I speak to you about something?" he asked, his voice closer now and she 
knew he was coming up behind her. 

She pretended to be looking for something amidst the conglomeration piled 
nearly to the ceiling of the room. She turned to face him. 

"Sure," she said. "Oh, it's you, Greg. You sounded like someone else. What 
is it?" 

He was a big boy, broad-shouldered and muscular with a square, rugged face, 
dark-eyed and chestnut-haired. He wore his hair long and tapered neatly at 
the back of his neck, and his beauty mark was the deep cleft in his chin. He 
quarterbacked the varsity eleven and was the school's ace baseball pitcher; 
at seventeen he was president of the senior class and thought of as the boy 
most likely to succeed, which seemed only logical to Ann, inasmuch as he was 
heir to the Everetts fortune. 

"I was wondering..." he said, coming very close to her and surprisingly 
enough, reaching right out to take her small hand between both of his, 
practically whipping her breath away, "would ... would you like to go to the 
Country Club's dance for Juniors with me? I-I mean. It's a couple of weeks 
off, I know, but I thought I better ask you now... 

For a brief moment, Ann thought that her legs might cave beneath her. She 
could hardly believe that she was hearing right, but of course, she was. 
Greg Wilcox had actually asked her to go to the event of the year with him 
... the Country Club dance for Juniors! Wow! And ... and he was holding her 
hand and smiling right down into her face...! 

"W-Well?" he said. "I-I hope no one's asked you before me ...?" 

"No ... that is, no one's asked me," Ann stammered, almost feeling his 
handsome eyes playing on the full, pointed swell of her breasts beneath her 
blouse, and not knowing whether she liked that or not. "And yes, Greg, I'd 
love to go with you." 

He grinned, then sighed. "Good," he said. "In fact, that's great!" He 
squeezed her hand warmly and Ann felt her face flushing. "I-I've been 
wanting to ask you out for a long time," he said, moving in closer to her, 
until their bodies were nearly touching. "But I guess ... I was afraid you'd 
turn me down or something..." 

"Oh?" Ann heard herself say, her throat growing dry as he narrowed the space 
between them and she felt the tip of her breasts brush against his chest. 
She could hardly breathe. 

"S-Shall we seal the bargain...?" he managed hoarsely. 

"S-Seal it? How...?" 

He bent his head forward and she felt his arms slipping around his waist. 
"With a kiss," he said. "That's the only way I know of sealing bargains." 

Ann felt her young voluptuous body stiffen in his embrace, but she let him 
kiss her on the mouth, not minding it one little bit, even though she stood 
there as if petrified, frightened and unresponsive, yet, in heaven all the 
same. It wasn't until his hand tried to steal up over her breast that she 
moved, catching his wrist and quickly backing away from him, simultaneously 
slapping his face with her other hand. 

"Don't ever do anything like that again, Greg Wilcox!" she snapped angrily. 
"What kind of girl do you think I am?" 

"I-I ... golly, Ann, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ... Please..." he 
stammered. "I swear ... it won't happen again ... F-Forgive me...?" 

Slowly, the anger left her, and Ann broke into a little smile. She lowered 
her eyes and began to titter. "All right, I forgive you, Greg ... but just 
remember ... don't try that again." 

"I won't. I promise," he assured her. "And ... and the date? Is it still 
on?" 

Smiling warmly, Ann nodded her head with enthusiasm. "Of course it is, 
silly." 

* * * 

Ann Trent was walking on a cloud when she sat down at the table with Nadine 
Sheldon at lunchtime. Nadine was her best friend and Ann thought of her as 
the most beautiful girl she had ever known. She was part oriental, her 
mother having come to the states from Korea, and Nadine bore all of her 
breathtaking, exotic features, along with the handsome ones of her father, 
but today, for some reason or other they were drawn; she seemed very 
depressed. 

"Guess what?" greeted Ann, sliding her tray onto the table. "Whom do you 
think just asked me to go to the Country Club Junior with him?" 

The lovely, slender-faced girl with the almond shaped eyes and the long 
black tresses pretended interest. "Who?" she responded dutifully. 

"None other than Greg Wilcox! Isn't that super?" Ann exclaimed. "Dear 
mother, I almost fainted! And then, you know what? I was in the prop room, 
see..." she began, dropping onto her chair and thrusting a straw into her 
Coke. "Hey ... you aren't listening, Nada ... Is anything wrong?" 

The ivory-skinned girl raised her eyes, gazing vacantly at her friend. 
"Wrong...?" she repeated. 

"Yes ... wrong. Something's bothering you," Ann said, leaning forward. "What 
is it?" 

"N-Nothing. Really, it's nothing..." 

"Yes, it is. I can tell. Now, what is it?" 

Nadine shook her lovely head. Momentarily, she didn't speak. "Really, Ann 
... it isn't anything ... anything you could put your finger on. I mean ... 
well, my father ... He's disappeared, or something ... Mom and I haven't 
seen him in three days. No one has seen him..." Suddenly, a tiny 
handkerchief appeared in her delicate hand and she held it to her face. 

"Oh Baby, I'm sorry," Ann whispered, sincerely feeling her friend's anguish. 
She reached across the table and touched her hand. "Has ... your mother 
contacted the police?" 

Nadine nodded. She sniffled into the kerchief, then, lightly blew her nose. 
"Chief Archer was out to our house last night. He kept asking Mom questions 
... questions like, did you have a fight? Has everything been running 
smoothly between you? Can you think of any reason why he'd want to run away 
... Was there another woman? Oh God, Ann, it was terrible. My Mom just cried 
and cried ... because she and Daddy always got on so well. They loved each 
other and I know it...!" 

"Of course, they do, Nade," Ann agreed. "Just like my parents. Good Lord, 
sometimes I wonder about Chief Archer, even though he is my neighbor. The 
police can be so cruel ... Look, why don't you go home? Cut your classes 
this afternoon ... I'll even go with you if you want ..." 

"No. It's easier if I stay right here and keep my mind off it. Besides, Mom 
isn't there. She's spent the last two days at police headquarters, waiting 
for news. No ... I'll stay here. Please ... tell me about Greg Wilcox asking 
you." 

Ann offered a sympathetic smile. She thought she understood. "All right," 
she said, and began to enlighten her friend of all that had transpired in 
the prop room, but she was only part way finished when suddenly Nadine 
jumped up and ran from the caf. 

Ann didn't follow her; instead, she merely sat there, sipping at her Coke, 
not hungry any longer as she thought of Nadine's problem. 

Dear God! Supposing it was Daddy! But that was impossible, because nothing 
like that could ever happen to her magnificent father ... not to her Mom, or 
even Donnie ... Even Donnie? Quietly, she smiled to herself. Lord, what a 
brother he was ... and what a super time they'd had together last night! The 
whole exciting episode had been flooding her mind all day, in fact, was the 
very first thing she'd thought of that morning. Wow, what a tremendous time 
it had been ... and she'd really cum! God, at first she'd thought something 
wild was going wrong inside her, but even if it had been, she'd never have 
been able to stop it; it felt so dynamic ... so absolutely releasing. And 
Donnie had promised to sneak in and do it for her again tonight ... except 
that this time she had to keep his prick in her mouth. He'd made her promise 
him that ... which was kind of silly really, because that was the reason she 
wanted to do it ... so that she could swallow his white, warm juice when he 
squirted it out... 

"God ... just thinking about it caused those little tingly prickles again. 
And then, she thought of Daddy and his thick long prick ... how lucky Mommy 
was to have that wonderful shaft to play with and suck ... She knew that he 
stuck it right into her vagina too, but of course, she'd never seen them do 
that, and anyway, it wasn't something she and Donnie could do. A girl was 
supposed to stay a virgin until she got married and that meant not breaking 
her hymen by pushing anything big up into her, or letting a boy or man fuck 
her ... but she couldn't help but wonder what she'd do if Donnie really 
insisted...? God, she could imagine how wonderful it would feel, especially 
when she was all excited like last night ... slipping right up into her hole 
... especially, if it was a long thick one like Daddy's ... Wow, there just 
wouldn't be any question if Daddy wanted to do it to her...! She couldn't 
imagine anything more beautiful! 

She was so tremendously fortunate to have her wonderful family! Poor Nadine! 
Maybe, if she had a considerate brother like Donnie it would be easier for 
her right now. That was the whole thing that mattered in life, having close 
loved ones who cared about your happiness and shared their joy with you, 
just the way she and Donnie, and Mom and Dad, did. But it had to be in the 
family ... all of the kissing and sucking and loving ... otherwise, it was 
wrong ... even dirty ... Of course, Greg hadn't meant to be that way. He'd 
just gotten carried off, and really he hadn't gone too far, but she was 
happy that she'd slapped him. He certainly wouldn't try to touch her breasts 
again... 

Just imagine ... going to the Country Club Junior with Greg Wilcox. Wait 
until Mommy and Daddy heard that! 

 Chapter 4 

Steven Trent seldom drove to work unless the weather was exceptionally bad. 
He preferred to leave Elaine the car for her use; he walked for the 
exercise, sometimes catching a bus or cab, if he was tired. That October 
afternoon, in the rain, he had taxied home, lying comfortably back against 
the seat and giving pleasant thoughts to their new house and the additional 
luxury and happiness it was going to bring to their already full, wonderful 
existence. It pleased him immeasureably to better the lives of his loved 
ones in whatever manner he could. He smiled contentedly to himself. 

All the same, he didn't like to cut himself quite so short in the ready-cash 
department, just in case an unexpected emergency might arise, but he had 
done so this time, nevertheless. He had practically cleaned out their 
savings account with the down-payment on the new place that morning; 
however, he guessed there would be little to worry about with his new 
position and all. Certainly, he was an executive of no small potential; as 
President of Parksburg Paper Mills there was a little question that if he 
needed a loan to tide him over, the bank should be more than willing to 
oblige. Again, he smiled. It was all part of prestige, wasn't it? 

Still, there was one bothersome item that irritated him, although he tried 
not to let it. The company had gone through three presidents in the last 
four years, since Eulin Everetts had taken over as Chairman of the Board, 
following old Justin's passing. At the time of their individual regimes, 
Steve had thought each one of them to be good and capable men, and was 
somewhat shocked when they were ousted and replaced, but Eulin Everetts had 
explained to him that none of them were equal to the job, and he had 
accepted that. What did seem odd to Steve, however, was that in all three 
cases the families had left Parksburg lock, stock and barrel within a week 
following their dismissal. He'd heard that all three of the former 
presidents now held similar positions in affiliate foreign companies and 
that Eulin Everetts had made this possible, but, of course, he had no way of 
knowing how reliable his information was. 

Anyway, he didn't intend for such a thing to depress him, nor his wonderful 
family, if he could help it. Life was too rich and full of joy for a father 
surrounded by such beautiful loved-ones. He inched forward on the seat, 
sitting up straight as the cabbie swung into their drive. He saw that the 
garage was still empty, indicating that Elaine was not home from her weekly 
shopping tour as yet and smiled understandingly to himself. 

The cabbie accepted the bill and started to make change. 

"That's all right," Steve said, hopping out and jogging toward the house in 
the light downpour. He inserted his key, opened the door, and the fresh 
familiar smell welcomed him. "Hello ...," he called out. "Anybody home?" 

No answer. He checked his watch and saw that it was five-thirty, shrugged 
his shoulders and went into his den where the bar waited invitingly. While 
he blended a pitcher of martinis, he contemplated their whereabouts. Donnie 
would still be on his route ... and no telling where his luscious little Ann 
was ... probably downtown at the Malt Shop. He smiled warmly at the mere 
thought of his voluptuous daughter. God, she was nothing short of a 
ravishing beauty ... such a gorgeous face and breath-taking body ... Damn, 
he'd be lying if he didn't admit to the sexual stimulation the mere sight of 
her aroused in him ... a healthy situation or not, he had to admit to it. He 
guessed, perhaps, there was a bit of Lot in him, but he rationalized that 
such fixations were probably the paternal rule rather than the exception. 
He'd never been a student of Freud, but gathered that the old boy 
undoubtedly had the answer if he ever felt the need for it. 

The facts were, that he and Elaine had never tried to hide sex from their 
children; rather, had they endeavored to let them gradually know the beauty 
of their bodies, of love and desire and the sensuousness of the final act 
itself. This hadn't meant that they ran around the house naked in front of 
their daughter and son, nor that they prompted them to do so, but neither 
had they ever expressed shock or shame when one of the kids walked into the 
bathroom or bedroom and caught them in the nude, and Steve was satisfied 
that their approach had proven successful. He was convinced that his lovely 
little Ann was a virgin and would remain so for her marriage bed, just as 
her mother had brought her chaste body to him. At least, he'd felt confident 
at the time that he had ruptured Elaine's hymen ... Lately, he'd thought of 
it off and on, and wasn't quite so certain as he had been all of those 
seventeen years ago, remembering, there'd been no blood ... really, no great 
resistance there when he'd pressed into her, but she had groaned with the 
pain, and it'd actually been a month or so before they had managed to go at 
it with enthusiasm ... fucking, that was, for they had played the oral games 
from their second date onward. 

Christ, he doubted that any girl loved to suck a cock as much as did his 
Elaine, nor was as capable of performing the erotic feat with the skill and 
fervor that she possessed. Last night, he'd thought she was going to draw 
the lining right up out of his balls ... God, just to think about it caused 
his member to stir huskily in his pants. 

Steve sipped at his martini, then turned on the tape-deck for soft 
background listening, relaxing finally in his favorite chair. There was 
something synonymous with martinis, soft music and sex, he thought. Again, 
his prick jerked inside his shorts and he found himself envisioning Elaine's 
lovely body stretched out above him, her enticing crotch arched above his 
face, her vulnerable, pink, flowered cunt moistly waiting for the delight of 
his invading tongue, while voraciously she would begin to lick and suck at 
his swollen cock ... and then, the apparition was no longer Elaine, but the 
soft, smooth, enchanting body of his beloved Ann, her long blonde hair 
hanging down to taunt his thighs and loins as she slid her warm ovaled lips 
down over the rigid pole of his throbbing prick... 

"Hi, Daddy..." 

Steve Trent gave a start, the empty glass in his hand nearly falling to the 
floor as the breathtaking sight of Ann's smiling face registered. He managed 
a smile of his own and she skipped over to him, bending down to kiss him on 
the lips as always, her young, full breasts brushing tightly against his 
shoulder and arm. 

"You been home long?" she questioned, running her hand through his hair. 

"No ... I ah ... just got in. M-Mother must still be shopping," he said as 
she straightened. 

Ann reached down and took his glass, going to the bar to refill it. "Going 
to let me have a little taste tonight?" 

Steve swallowed tightly. It was something he did occasionally. She would sit 
on his lap and he would give her a few sips of martini and let her have the 
olives. There really wasn't anything wrong with it ... except right at the 
moment with his prick stiffening out like an oversized railroad spike ... 
she was bound to feel it against her full young buttocks... 

"Well...," he started to say, but she'd returned and already moved her warm, 
soft bottom right down on top of it! Her arm slipped around his neck and he 
couldn't help but gaze at her erect, rotund young breasts jutting out inside 
the satiny material of her blouse. 

She held his glass in her other hand and smiled warmly into his face, then 
tasted it before holding the thin, cool edge to his lips. Steve took half of 
it, swallowing the gin and vermouth needfully, welcoming the burning 
sensation it sent through his stomach. 

"Good, huh?" she said, always smiling, leaning close then and pecking him on 
the lips. "Mmmm, what a wonderful Daddy you are," she whispered. "I love you 
so much..." 

Steve made a little grunting sound as her soft round buttocks ground against 
his ever hardening cock when she moved forward to kiss him. Christ, his 
prick was jumping like a jack-rabbit beneath her and he couldn't do a damned 
thing about it! She had to be aware of it! For the first time in his life, 
he felt embarrassed with his own daughter ... but she was acting as if it 
wasn't happening at all ... as if she had no idea what was going on ... yet, 
he'd swear to God that he'd just sensed an almost imperceptable undulation 
of her tight young ass down against it...! 

His brain whirled. He said: "I ... ah ... bought the new house this morning 
..." 

"Oh Daddy, how wonderful! Mom will be so happy!" she exclaimed, squirming on 
his lap until he was conscious of the fact that she had shifted her buttocks 
so that the head of his prick was snugly fitted right up into the hollow of 
her thigh juncture, pressing against the soft fleshy lips of her young tight 
cunt. 

He damned near gasped aloud at the erotic charge that jolted through him; 
then she was sipping at his martini again and holding the glass to his lips. 
Eagerly, he gulped it away and then, without warning, she kissed him, 
pressing her soft, moist lips tight against his own ... and before he 
realized it, his hand encircled her tiny waist, drawing her to him as his 
tongue began to tickle her lips and his free hand smoothed along the 
exposed, nylon covered thighs that were completely naked to him beneath her 
mini-skirt ... until he could see the creamy white flesh above her stockings 
and the tiny wisp of sheer panties encasing the puffy little pussy mound 
between her legs. 

Wild tiny tremors were racing through Ann as her Daddy's tongue teased at 
her lips, while his long thick shaft throbbed excitingly through their 
clothing against the already moist lips of her pussy. She had felt it the 
moment she sat down on his lap and knew that it was hard, just the way she'd 
seen it the night before when Mommy was sucking it. Oh God, it was heavenly, 
and the way he was holding her tight against him, pressing the hard nipples 
of her breasts right into his big, warm chest as his hand began to caress 
her thighs hotly. Oh God ... don't ever let it stop! Make him move his hand 
right up inside my panties and touch me there...! 

Steve Trent knew what he was doing was wrong, but had no intentions of 
stopping. He wasn't drunk ... hadn't had that much, but the liquor was 
stimulating him to no end ... He pressed his tongue into the sweet tasting 
shelter of his daughter's warm, receptive mouth, and the fact that she was 
welcoming it ... even encouraging it was more than he could fight against. 
He felt her soft, warm, delicious round ass squirming undeniably down onto 
his cock while she nibbled at his tongue and crushed her firm full breasts 
into him, even as she gently spread her thighs to his searching hand sliding 
along the unbelievably hot, satiny skin of her thighs ... until at last, he 
touched her puffy little mound, gently pressing against it and feeling the 
fleshy flanges give with delightful resiliency, an erotic tremor noticeably 
rippling over her enchanting young body against him, and he sensed the 
moistness of her pussy through the flimsy crotch band of her panties. 

Ann was certain that she was just going to melt with joy. The tingling, 
prickling sensations were spiraling through her tummy, right up from where 
Daddy's hand pressed hotly against the moist lips of her vagina to swirl 
inside her breasts and generate like tiny sparks out through her pointed, 
hard nipples burrowing into him. She couldn't sit still, but instead, began 
to rub her excited, fuzz-covered pubic mound against her father's hand, 
sliding her bottom back and forth on his throbbing rod caught in the cleft 
of her now, wide-spread buttocks, while simultaneously she sucked at his 
tongue, then forced hers deep into his mouth. 

"Mmmmmm," she murmured against his lips. "Daddy ... Daddy ... don't stop!" 

"Christ!" Steve Trent gasped, his brain a cyclone of confused excitement as 
his stone-hard cock jerked uncontrollably and he held his daughter tightly 
against him, sucking at her tiny tongue while his hand caressed the damp 
nylon material and felt the perceptable fleshy outline of her enticing 
little cunt. Shit, he couldn't stop now ... couldn't help himself even if he 
wanted to! His voluptuous little daughter's breath was hot and panting in 
his face as she began to writhe and squirm with unbelievable passion to his 
gentle caresses between her spread thighs. He managed to say, "M-My God, 
Baby ... you ... you don't know what you're doing to me ... We shouldn't..." 

"Oh ... oh, Daddy ... please don't stop ... Go inside! Feel of it ... put 
your finger in me, Daddy! I want you to...!" she whispered hotly. 

Suddenly, Steve felt his fingers pushing aside and moving inside the elastic 
leg band of her panties. They were tight and she had to lift up and squirm a 
little more to let his fingers move behind the material. Steve couldn't 
breathe; his breath was a dry, cotton-like wad in his throat as perspiration 
broke out on his forehead. The satiny smoothness of her skin down there was 
intoxicating ... then, he felt the first wisps of her sparse, silken-like 
pubic hair as his fingers moved along the soft tight flanges of her young 
pussy toward her cuntal slit ... and there was moistness, delicious and warm 
... She whimpered into his mouth as his finger slid inside, gently spreading 
the lips to allow him access to the soft, velvety flesh, then he slipped 
upward to the erect, tiny bud of her clitoris, causing her to immediately 
begin a slight, but perceptible undulation of her buttocks down onto his 
lurching prick, while her excited cunt squirmed and gyrated around his 
finger taunting the apex of her hungry young pussy. 

"Ohhhh, Sweet Daddy ... don't ever, ever stop!" she begged him, laying her 
head against his shoulder now and hugging him tightly. "Please, don't ever 
stop...!" 

"We ... have to ... somebody ... your mother or your brother might come 
in..." he gasped. 

"I don't care! I don't care! It's so beautiful," she moaned. "You ... you've 
always said that ... that sex isn't wrong ... so why can't we? As ... oohhh 
... as long as it's us ... in our own beautiful ...ooohhh ... family ... 
ooohh Daddy, it's so good ... so good!" 

"Christ almighty!" Steve Trent blurted. She was driving him right out of his 
mind! Damn, he'd tear the clothes right off her in a minute ... eat her 
luscious, young cunt right out! God, he had to stop ... had to! 

Suddenly, he withdrew his hand and she caught it, trying to force it back 
inside her panties once more. 

"Oh, please, Daddy ... Keep doing it ... don't stop...!" 

But he'd made up his mind; he had to bring it to an end! "No, Princess not 
now, anyway...!" 

"When? Later? Tonight, maybe, in my room...?" 

Gently, he took her by the arms and held her upright so that he could look 
directly at her beautiful, young desire-racked face. "Listen to me my little 
darling ... It's my fault ... I got carried away ... you're so lovely ... 
and you remind me so much of your mother. I-I guess I had too much to 
drink..." 

"No! I wanted you to do it, Daddy! It was beautiful ... I wish you wouldn't 
stop," Ann whimpered, dropping her eyes and pouting sensuously. "It's ... 
it's because you don't like me that much, isn't it?" 

"Oh God no, Baby!" he exclaimed, hugging her tightly to him once more. "Of 
all things, it could never be that! I love you with all my heart, Ann ... 
you're my precious little girl..." 

"Then, why ... if sex is all right ... why can't we do it if we want to?" 
she half-whispered into his ear while he held her. "I can still feel your 
thing ... it's hard and hot ... and I know you want to do things to me with 
it..." 

"Oh Baby, Baby ... you're driving me right, out of my skull!" Steve said, 
pressing her away from him once more. "Look ... you're just a little girl 
... and ..." 

"I'm not a little girl!" Ann replied indignantly. "I'm as big as Mommy. Look 
at my breasts; they're bigger than Mommy's. Maybe my cunt isn't as big as 
hers, but I know your cock will fit in there," she said with all of the 
sincere innocence he had ever seen on a face. 

Her choice and use of the lewd four-letter words had damned near floored 
him. Momentarily, he could but gape at her in stunned shock. His prick had 
grown a half-inch with the salacious lurch the vile words had caused as they 
tumbled so sincerely from her sweet, soft lips, and if it hadn't been for 
the sound of the car coming into the driveway, he wasn't certain what he 
might have done. 

"Christ in heaven!" he gasped. "Listen to me, Princess, we'll talk about 
this later ... your mother's coming. Just ... just don't say anything ... 
and I promise, we'll talk about it ... just you and me, eh?" 

Ann looked at him for a long moment, then, she leaned forward and kissed him 
warmly on the mouth. "Y-You won't forget ... promise?" 

"I-I promise, Baby." 

"And we'll do it again, won't we ... just like today...?" 

"Y-Yes, Baby ... if you want to..." 

"Oh yes, Daddy, I do want to only next time, we'll take all of our clothes 
off ... so we can see each other and ... and suck each other's things, like 
you and Mommy do ... Won't we?" 

Dear Christ! He couldn't believe his ears! He must be going out of his mind! 
He could only stare at her. Finally, he said: "Baby ... before your Mother 
comes in, I have one question ... Are you still a ... virgin? I mean, you've 
never let anyone make ... make love to you that way, have you...?" 

Abruptly, Ann got up from his lap and placed her small delicate hands on her 
full hips, a resentful, if hurt expression on her lovely face. "Daddy!" she 
snapped. "I'm surprised at you, thinking such a thing of me! Of course, I'm 
still a virgin. Do you think I'd let anyone outside of the family touch me 
that way? After all, we do have sex education in school, you know; I mean, 
we are taught that a girl doesn't do such things with someone she doesn't 
love ... But with you it would be different, wouldn't it? I do love you ... 
and Mommy and Donnie..." 

Steve gulped aloud. The more she said, the more frustrated he was becoming. 
There were a million questions that he wanted to ask her now, but it was too 
late ... He heard the back door open and realized that Elaine was home. He 
picked up his glass and handed it to his daughter. 

"Here, pour me another martini, and don't say anything to Mommy or your 
brother about ... about what happened, will you?" 

Ann smiled warmly, her entrancing eyes beginning to dance excitedly. She 
shook her head and winked at him. "It's our secret, Daddy darling. I won't 
tell if you don't." 

He nodded, watching her trip toward the bar to pour his drink. Christ in 
heaven! He wasn't about to mention it ... even think of it in Elaine's 
presence, lest she guess what was in his mind. But damn, there wasn't any 
question of a doubt, either; he knew it was going to happen again ... and 
God only knew what it would come to next time... 

"Hi, everybody," Elaine said, walking into the room, her usual enticing 
smile lighting her alluring face. "Am I just in time for martinis?" 

"Hi Mommy," Ann greeted from behind the bar. "I'll pour you one." 

"Well," Steve said, forcing his grin. "Did you have a good day?" 

Gracefully, Elaine lowered herself down into a chair. She brushed a hand 
casually through her short, raven hair. "Ohhh," she sighed, "Not really. It 
always takes so much out of me. I couldn't find one single thing that I 
wanted..." 

 Chapter 5 

Eulin C. Everetts had never given much thought to it, but he supposed he was 
in a rut. All the same, it was a pleasurable rut, he mused. He was probably 
the wealthiest man in Parksburg, and lived in its most palatial, if dated 
home. His granddaddy had built the well kept victorian mansion on Everett 
Hill overlooking the city, and had made the fortune that had passed through 
his father's hands to him. His father, too, had been in a rut, even made it 
worse by marrying the Boston cultured bitch who had been his mother, and who 
had whipped him unmercifully for her sexual pleasure. He had never known a 
sorry day for pushing her down the stairs, and as he grew older, had derived 
tremendous pleasure from slipping into her room where she lay mute and 
paralyzed to torment her with probing needles, along with phalluses he had 
shaped from wood or whatever, that he would thrust brutally into her vagina, 
then her rectum while he watched the agony in her completely helpless eyes. 
But then, that too, became a rut and he grew tired of it; when she finally 
died painfully of a damaged uterus, he felt confidently certain that he'd 
caused it and there was great satisfaction in that. 

His obese ugliness sickened him, but not as it had once when he was younger 
and vieing for the hands of girls. Now, it often pleased him to force its 
vileness onto women who he knew despised the very ground he walked on. He 
was only thirty-four, but who, except those who factually were aware, would 
believe him. Yet, it made no difference, did it? Not any longer, for he had 
learned to control, to buy, to make his money perform for him. He bartered 
in people, a sensually delighting, slavelike hobby that stimulated and 
fulfilled him as few men are ever fulfilled. 

Eulin Everetts smiled obscenely to himself. He drove the Rolls Royce up the 
winding road of Everett Hill with an air of self-adapted regal importance. 
He thought of Evie with her luscious body that had been designed to bring 
him perverse pleasure, and her handsome brother, Bodie's, when he felt that 
urge, both of them mentally retarded and subject, along with their 
grandmother, the venerable Mrs. Mudd, who had taken in her slut-daughter's 
bastard children, to his slightest whims and devices. 

He wondered how many men ... tired, worried business-men ... could go home 
to his pleasures? And especially with what he had to look forward to with 
the charming Trents. That should be an unequaled adventure; not only from 
the standpoint of the delicious wife called Elaine, but the unbelievably 
precious daughter, Ann. The Marquis de Sade, himself, would undoubtedly come 
out of his grave, to get at that! 

He smiled licentiously as he manuevered the Rolls the last half-mile along 
the archway of giant elms and maples lining the entrance-way to the mansion 
house on either side. He was an avid student of de Sade and boasted a 
library of his complete works, but some of his own innovations and writings, 
he felt, would put the master himself to shame. Of course, where the Marquis 
had only the quill, brush and wood-cut to record his orgiastic 
accomplishments, he, Eulin Everetts, had his cameras and sound equipment, 
and naturally everything was in full color. Presently, he was mentally 
debating what film might please him most this night. 

Once inside the garage adjoining the great house, Eulin Everetts went 
through the task of removing his massive bulk from the limosine, an effort 
that took him several straining and gasping moments. Although he towered 
three inches over six-feet, his unbelievable near four hundred pounds of 
sagging flesh diminished the fact of his height to an illusion of squat, 
gigantic girth; just as his piggish eyes that were almost lost in puffs of 
fat, his button nose and baby-ish mouth with the wormlike lips composing the 
features on the front of the nubbin, bald head, gave the false impression of 
idiocy, for inside that Mongolian appearing skull rested the brain of a 
business genius, a fact that Parksburg Paper Mills, Inc. had profited by 
immensely the past four years of his Board Chairmanship. 

Puffing strenuously, the huge man stepped into his private elevator and 
pressed the button that would take him to his secluded apartment on the 
third floor. There, he was met by a handsome young man, naked to the waist, 
his strong muscular legs enclosed in black silk trousers which clung to them 
down to the ankles. His torso was slim, with every muscle in it developed to 
a pitch of near perfection, and his arms were hard and wiry. He was 
nineteen-year-old Bodie Tate, the mentally retarded grandson of Mrs. Mudd, 
and like his twenty-two year old sister, his purpose in life was to serve 
and bring pleasure to his benefactor. 

The young man smiled, showing a row of strong white teeth. "Hello, Mister 
Eulin," he said, immediately stepping forward to help the huge man remove 
his coat. 

Eulin Everetts grunted almost in disgust and stood perfectly still while 
Bodie set about to undress him. It was a chore that Bodie was familiar with 
and he performed it with unexpected efficiency, stripping the monstrous form 
to complete and unsightly nakedness, then covering it with a rich, 
wine-colored dressing gown ... not yet closing it over the gigantic belly 
until the huge man indicated whether he should drop to his knees and suck 
him or not. 

Bodie was never sure exactly what he was supposed to do, and he couldn't 
tell a thing by Mister Eulin's face. Sometimes if he smiled, that was good, 
and other times if he smiled, it turned out to be bad. Really, he was never 
certain if he was smiling or not with his small mouth lost in those great 
jowls of fat, so he just waited for him to say whether he wanted to be 
sucked. Bodie could barely see even the head of his prick between the rolls 
that hung down from his belly and there was no way of telling whether his 
prick was hard or not ... it was so small anyway. However, he used to think 
if it was hard, Mister Eulin wanted him to suck it, and if it wasn't, that 
he probably didn't; but then he learned that sometimes when it was hard 
Mister Eulin wanted Evie to suck it, or some other thing, so he'd just given 
up trying to figure what the big man wanted and simply waited to be told. 

Eulin Everetts had no desire for Bodie's oral ministrations at the moment; 
and his mind was too occupied with thoughts of the Trent family and the 
pleasures they were going to provide for him over the weekend. He brushed 
the handsome boy to one side, tied his robe around him and walked to his 
favorite great chair in the plushly furnished room where books lined two 
shelved walls, and every conceivable convenience was available to him at 
fingertip touch or verbal command, while Bodie retreated to a corner and 
squatted onto a cushion to wait in silent readiness. 

In fact, Eulin had decided to view the films of his three former presidents 
tonight and study the orgies he had enjoyed with their delightful families 
to see what could be added with the beautiful Trents that might peak his 
lascivious pleasures to new heights. It wouldn't be a simple matter, he 
realized, for he could imagine nothing perverted under the sun that he 
hadn't indulged in or witnessed. But of course, a great deal of the delight 
for him was endeavoring to concoct something new, something more obscene and 
lustful than he'd ever imagined ... yet, in just casual thought, he could 
imagine nothing more carnally fulfilling than the complete debauching of 
Trent's young daughter, Ann, before her parent's eyes ... and there was 
small doubt in his mind but what the ambitious Steve Trent, along with his 
equally ambitious, lovely wife would offer little or no resistance, once 
they learned of the twenty-five thousand dollars that would be placed 
jointly in their bank accounts ... or the complete and total destruction of 
the gallant father-husband throughout the industry should they decide not to 
cooperate. 

The huge gargoyle grinned salaciously to himself as he stabbed a pudgy 
finger against a mother-of-pearl button beside his chair. Almost immediately 
the main door to the apartment opened and a tall, voluptuous girl with long, 
dark, near hip-length hair entered; she was completely naked except for a 
thin garter-belt around her slender waist that held up her long black hose, 
and the high-heeled pumps she wore. She was exceedingly attractive, with 
wide, smiling mouth and rather vacant, large eyes; but most outstanding were 
her magnificently jutting breasts with their dark, ruby-like nipples 
distended a half-inch at their tips, and the way the pair of glistening 
globes rippled and swayed as she crossed the room toward him, a small silver 
tray balancing a filled, long-stemmed glass in her hand. 

Eulin Everetts never failed to become sensually aroused at Evie Tate's 
entrances with his cocktails. Of course, she dressed, if it could be called 
that he thought to himself, according to his demands, and the fact that 
there was not a pubic hair on her luscious body was due to one of his own 
amusing pastimes; he derived great pleasure from plucking them out with 
tweezers and keeping her pussy completely baby-smooth and naked. The erotic 
stimulation it gave him just to look at her tight pink slit protruding in 
slightly swollen delight between her full, round white thighs seemed 
never-ending. Sometimes, he thought, it was a pity that she was as mentally 
vacant as her eyes depicted her; had she normal wits she would undoubtedly 
feel shame and degradation at many of the deplorable indecencies he 
subjected her to, adding to his sadistic enjoyment; but like her brother, 
the more brutally he treated her the more exhilaratingly devoted she seemed 
to become. Oh well, one couldn't have everything, could one? 

"Your cocktail, Mister Eulin," said Evie, her long silken hair cascading 
forward to hide her lush breasts as she leaned down to place his glass 
beside him. 

The gargoyle reached out a pudgy hand and cupped one naked breast peeking at 
him through the forest of her lovely hair. She tittered lightly and stood 
unmoving as he squeezed the soft, resilient flesh, his fingers sliding off 
to its tip and catching at the nipple to pinch cruelly. He grinned when he 
saw the pain in her eyes, then heard the little whimper emit from her pretty 
lips. 

"Open your cunt," he said. "Let me look at it." 

Again, her smile returned as she quickly pressed her rounded hips forward 
and spread her thighs, then with the forefingers of both hands, slowly 
spread open the naked fleshy lips, exposing the moist pink flesh of her cunt 
to him. 

"Put your finger up in it," he said, his little eyes narrowing lewdly. 

Immediately, she obeyed, holding her cunt-lips open with her left hand while 
she inserted the right index finger to its entirety up into her vagina and 
begun a rhythmic plunging motion along with an obscene pelvic undulation 
that caused Eulin's prick to stir between the heavy rolls of fat girding his 
loins. Then, he saw that she was enjoying it and he said: 

"Enough. Bring me my dinner ... and make it snappy." 

"Yes, Mister Eulin," Evie replied, swinging about and hurrying across the 
room to the door. 

The ugly man watched the entrancing jiggle of her round, protruding buttocks 
with lewd fascination as she disappeared, the door closing behind her. He 
thought of Mrs. Mudd's wizened little face and the mental pain it brought 
her to see her lovely granddaughter running about the house naked to satisfy 
his libidinous whim and that, too, pleased him. He despised the witchfaced 
little woman who had looked after him following his mother's accident, the 
woman his father had fucked in need, and whom, the old fool had let bring in 
her mentally deficient grandchildren when their mother was burned to death 
in a whore-house fire. 

But really, he didn't hate them anymore than he hated his own dead sister's 
son, Greg; it was simply that they had been born for his perverse use, and 
until his father had died there was no way he could get at them. Now, of 
course, that had all changed; but with Greg Wilcox it was different. There 
was no way he could seduce him; he had been strong-willed like his mother, 
and Eulin Everetts had done the only thing he could ... gotten rid of him by 
arranging for the boy to live with Dr. and Mrs. Engles. There could be no 
one in his house not subject to his will. And well did Mrs. Mudd realize 
that. If it were not for his benefaction, the two idiots would be shut away 
in institutions somewhere, and this, he knew, the little old lady would do 
anything to avoid ... she loved them that much. 

Abruptly, the door reopened, interrupting his thoughts; it was Evie carrying 
a large tray with his dinner. He looked to Bodie who still squatted upon his 
cushion in a far corner. 

"You stupid bastard!" the huge man barked. "Get my fucking table over here 
before I cut your nuts off!" 

Immediately, the muscular young man leaped to action, while his sister 
giggled at Mister Eulin's snarling words. Sometimes, Bodie acted so stupid, 
she thought. It was really a wonder that Mr. Eulin didn't do something to 
punish him ... like make him walk around with the big wooden prick in his 
anus the way she had to when she did something wrong. Of course, what Mister 
Eulin didn't know, was after a little while, how good it began to feel, and 
if she really concentrated she could cum everytime she took fifty steps ... 

"Well, damnit, cunt! Are you going to stand there all night until my food is 
cold?" the gross mass of flesh bellered from his chair, snapping Evie from 
her trance. 

Quickly, she hustled forward and placed his tray, then waited for him to 
slide down in his chair before she dropped to her knees and crawled between 
his huge spread legs to search gently for his cock. This was really the part 
of the evening she liked most ... the sucking of his prick. It was so small 
and red from being hidden between the layers of fat; it was just like a 
little boy's cock, and she often thought how wonderful it would be to have a 
little boy to suck. Bodie's was so big that sometimes, when he rammed it in 
her throat, she could hardly breath; yet she had to admit that she loved to 
suck it; he always squirted in great big, hot gushes that made her shiver in 
ecstasy ... and when he shoved it into her cunt or rectum, she'd bet that 
she cum fifty times anyway ... maybe a million... 

Eulin Everetts toyed with his food. He really wasn't hungry; nor had he 
wanted a drink. His brain was too saturated with the Trents. Two more days, 
he thought, as he felt the delicate, gentle hands of Evie caressing his 
balls ... then, her small, wet tongue licking the head of his prick. 
Generally, it was delightful, the delicious morsels of food teasing his 
palate with every swallowed mouthful while Evie sucked his cock and milked 
his testicles tauntingly, but tonight, he sensed his desires being more 
aroused by memorable excerpts from the Marquis, and he ordered Bodie to 
bring him his copy of Juliette. 

The muscular young man had no more than responded when Eulin sampled a bit 
of steak, then screamed aloud: "What the hell is that bitch down there 
trying to feed me? Buffalo? Godamn you parasites! I'll teach all of you!" 

Brutally, he kicked at Evie, knocking her backwards onto the floor. While 
enraged, he turned the entire table over with all of its food. 

"Bitch!" he screamed at the naked, obscenely sprawled girl. "You brought it! 
Stand up, you idiot cunt!" 

Frightened, Evie scrambled to her feet. 

"You, imbecile!" he roared at Bodie. "Get out the whips! Birch branches! You 
hear me! Move, godamn you, before I feed your entrails to the crows!" 

Without waste of motion, Bodie Tate in his black silken pants raced to the 
cabinet where the whips were kept. Before a half-minute had passed, he had 
returned holding an assortment of the branches in his hand. 

"Take off those pants, you mental deviate!" Eulin Everetts screamed, leaning 
forward in his great chair, his brain delighting in the unfounded sensual 
sadistic excitement he was working up, and he watched the sinews of the 
muscular young man work strenuously as he hastened to strip naked and expose 
his marvelously masculine genitals in stupid response. 

Enviously, Eulin Everetts gaped at the five flaccid inches of the lean boy's 
flailing prick, plus his hairy, swaying balls, while Evie in her voluptuous 
nudity cringingly awaited whatever fate he might inflict. 

"You godamned freaks!" Eulin screamed at them. "Bend over you bitch! Turn 
around so that your ass is facing me, and spread it open!" 

Unhesitatingly, Evie complied with his command, pivoting so that her bottom 
was facing him; she bent over as far as she could to present the 
breathtaking moons of her round full ass-cheeks, and reaching back, she 
spread them open with pulling hands as he had ordered ... until the pink, 
puckered hole of her anus was presented to him in complete, hairless delight 
before his piggish eyes. 

"Whip her ass, you stupid bastard!" Eulin screamed. "Whip her ass until I 
tell you to stop!" 

It wasn't necessary to issue a second command. Dutifully, Evie pressed 
backwards the spread ovals of her luscious bottom while Bodie striped them 
unmercifully with the biting birch branches. On and on the perverted 
sequence progressed, until finally the fat mass pressed a button and Mrs. 
Mudd appeared. It was then that he ordered the brother to halt. 

"You stupid old hag! You think you can poison me?" Eulin hissed at the 
small, wizened woman inside the doorway. "Now you get your withered ass 
downstairs and bring me up a steak! Otherwise, I'll let him strip the hide 
from this cunt descendent of yours! You hear me?" 

"Y-Yes, Mister Eulin. Right away," the little woman whimpered, bowing and 
backing from the room. 

When she was gone, it occurred to Eulin Everetts that his cock was coming up 
nicely. He said to Evie: "Take the branch and whip him." 

For a long moment, Evie looked at her benefactor. She could hardly believe 
her ears. She never got to whip Bodie. 

"You heard me!" Eulin snapped. "You, Bodie ... a little acrobatics. Bend 
over backwards and hold your stomach and pelvis up in the air while she 
whips your cock and balls ... I think it might please me." 

Bodie was hesitant. He realized the pain that would follow. He tried to 
think of something that would reach the huge man, but then, he knew that 
there was nothing. He looked into the face of his excited sister. He saw 
that her magnificent asscheeks were flushed and swollen from the stripes he 
had raised there, and that her naked cunt was seeping moisture that trickled 
down her full, round white inner-thighs. He took a long, steeling breath and 
assumed the position ordered. 

Evie couldn't remember when she had ever been allowed more exciting 
fulfillment; she stared down at her brother's massive limp cock and his 
balls that hung downward between his spread, lifted thighs. She raised the 
branch and brought it down with snap across the head of his prick. It jumped 
like a wounded snake and he screamed in half-hearted pain. Really, in her 
heart, she knew the difference between agony and sweet-pain, for she had 
been subjected too often ... Bodie was enjoying it! Carefully, she whipped 
his thighs and stomach, occasionally lashing his prick but never his 
testicles, watching the long, thick member stiffen into hardness with every 
blow she rained upon him, and knowing what delight that massive shaft would 
bring to her before the night was over... 

Of a sudden, the punishment came to an end as Mrs. Mudd entered carrying the 
huge tray and Eulin ordered Bodie to re-erect his table. Instantly, the 
young man complied while the huge gargoyle realized the hardness of his own 
cock. He looked to the old woman and said: "Get in the corner. It better be 
good, you old slut, or I'll turn you inside out." 

"It's good!" she said. "It's good, Mister Eulin" 

Then, to Evie, he said: "Bend over until the top of your head touches the 
floor. Spread your legs and let me see, you understand?" 

"Yes, Mister Eulin." 

"And you, you dumb cock-heavy bastard ... get over here. I want to watch you 
fuck while I eat ... but just until she gets ready to cum, then she has to 
move over and suck me. Her sucking isn't much good unless she's going to cum 
... You got that, stupid?" 

"Yes, sir, Mister Eulin," Bodie replied, grasping his still swollen prick 
and moving toward his sister who was bent over until her long hair fell into 
a little pile beneath her. 

Eulin watched with supreme concentration, his small eyes fastened enviously 
on the young man's throbbing, rock-hard prick; it stood out long and thick, 
almost too heavy for his body, reaching out for his sister as he moved 
toward her. The fat man saw his youthful, virile balls swinging against his 
thighs, the muscles rippling and balancing beautifully all over his body, 
his small buttocks hollowing and tensing. His cock had a flat bludgeon of a 
head; its initial entry should cause a delicious shock to any girl. 

Evie swiveled around until her exposed ass was perfectly positioned and 
Bodie gaped down at the juicy, inviting buttocks. He eased in closer to her 
and she spread the long white columns of her shapely legs further apart, and 
bent down until her hands reached the floor, resting there to support her. 

The fat man could see the moisture at the top of her smooth thighs, and her 
luscious coral-hued vagina, which was loose and moist, and waiting excitedly 
for her brother's hardened cock beneath the tiny disclosed anal opening. Her 
flushed and slightly welted buttocks from the whipping looked warm and 
roundly stretched. Christ, he thought, she was a lovely piece of flesh, and 
he gritted his teeth in envious anticipation. 

Bodie grasped his long rod in his hand and began to taunt her opened, 
velvety cuntal flesh with the violent purple head of the peeled-foreskinned 
prick, until her whimpers filled the room ... and finally, he introduced the 
massive tip into the viscid coated channel, never stopping, but continuing a 
constant penetration until its entirety was submerged in slow, tormenting 
inches into the very depths of her cunt, and Evie emitted a long, choking 
groan. 

From his vantage point, Eulin had a perfect view of the entry as Bodie 
fucked in and out of his sister's vagina, his body inclined back from her, 
reaching toward her at his loins, his buttocks hollowing as he pushed in 
until his cock was completely out of sight, buried deep in her cunt so that 
there was simply his body flush against her lovely buttocks. 

Evie seemed enraptured in her bent-over position; her mouth opened and Eulin 
could hear her low continuous murmuring. She began to rotate her hips, 
pushing back at him so that she was nearly lifted from her feet and left 
dangling in the air on the length of her brother's rigid shaft. 

Bodie's finger tightened on the taut waist so that the soft, smooth flesh 
cringed in under his pressure, leaving red marks on the skin whenever he 
moved his hands. He shuffled in toward her so that his legs were in the arch 
made by her wide-spread thighs and all the weight of his body that focused 
in his loins was forced against the lush, yielding roundness of her buttocks 
as he forced his thick cock deep, deep into her moist, contracting channel. 

In, in, in, Bodie thrust, bursting into her as if she were some ripe fruit, 
with her cunt wildly relaxing before his entry and then swallowing his 
shaft, holding it fast in a hot hungry clutch of excited muscles. 

Eulin watched in lewd fascination as he nibbled at his dinner, his own prick 
steel-hard now to the sight of their perspiring, writhing young bodies. Slim 
muscles tensed in Evie's arms as she supported her weight with her hands on 
the floor. She was groaning incessantly, and Bodie had his teeth gritted, 
his lips pulled back in sadistic joy, sending shivers of delight through the 
fat man's mountainous body. 

The boy's cock, stabbing brutally in and out of his sister was swollen and 
white, and each time he rammed into her, pulling her back to meet the 
impaling cudgel as he did, she gave a sobbing groan that made Eulin's own 
prick jerk excitedly. Her breasts hung down enchantingly and quivering like 
jelly with every in-plunge the boy gave. Her eyes closed, then opened in a 
lost glaze of passion. She spread her thighs wider, moving her feet apart 
with difficulty, sinking lower, forcing him to slightly alter his position 
behind her. 

Eulin Everetts shoved away the table in front of him. He pulled open his 
robe and spread his massive legs obscenely. "Now!" he rasped. "I'm ready and 
so's she. Get over here!" 

Bodie manipulated his sister without spoiling the fusion of his cock to her 
cunt, swinging her about and pushing her to her knees between the huge 
columns of flesh that were the huge man's legs, the boy, too, kneeling 
behind her and continuing to thrust his thick, long prick into the depths of 
her hot quivering belly. 

From experience, Evie knew where to look to search out the monstrosity's 
small rod. It jerked as her fingers encircled it and she began to stroke it 
lovingly, drawing the foreskin back from the small, purple head, her eyes 
hungrily noting the few drops of fluid that had oozed from the split orifice 
at its tip. A tingle ran through her at the sight of the tiny droplets and 
quickly she dropped her head to lash out with her tongue and lick them away. 
She heard him groan and flicked her tongue over it again, boring the tip 
sensuously into the wetness of the tiny split of the smooth, rubbery head. 
He sucked his breath in from the sensation and she lowered her mouth down 
completely, enclosing the whole of the pulsating, sensitive small head in a 
warm, moist pressure, her lips tightening behind the corona of its head, 
absorbing, engulfing, trapping it entirely within the warm, wet shelter of 
her mouth. 

Eulin stared down with carnal exhilaration at the sweat-glistening, luscious 
naked body of Evie, skewered between his cock fucking into her face and her 
brother's heavy prick pounding into her from behind. He began to time his 
own upwardforward thrusts into her oval-stretched mouth to match those of 
Bodie, as if he were trying to make their cudgels meet head on, deep in her 
belly. He wound his pudgy hands in her long silken hair and clutched tightly 
as she coughed and sputtered when his prick-tip brushed her tonsils on the 
in-stroke, watching her tender lips clasping tighter and tighter around the 
fleshy intrusion. 

Evie suddenly felt the delicious rising tide beginning in her quivering 
belly. The complete helplessness of her position along with the dual 
ravishment of her sensuous body, as always, brought tiny masochistic ripples 
of fire to dance over her inflamed nerve-ends. She licked and sucked at the 
childish, hardened rod imbedded in her mouth like a demon, her glands 
slippery from the mixture of his lubricating fluid and her own saliva. Its 
poignant taste triggered her moment, causing her belly and loins to erupt in 
great white flashes of fire, screaming through her veins in a never ending 
stream of building pressure. It burst abruptly, and she groaned around the 
thrusting cock in her mouth as her orgasm flooded in gushing waves of fluid 
around the magnificent, jack-hammering cock in her cunt, seeping in warm 
rivulets out of her vaginal lips clasped tightly about its base and down the 
insides of her trembling thighs. It was indescribable bliss to her and the 
whole of her crotch felt wet and wonderfully used. Tears of joy rolled from 
her eyes while simultaneously she felt Eulin's loins crush against her face, 
the fleshy rolls of his stomach pressing tight to her forehead. 

His hands gripped her head tighter, pulling it forward brutally. 

"I-I'm cumming, you idiotic cunt! Suck it hard! Hard!" 

Then, he groaned a soul-searing moan and flooded her mouth with his hot, 
thick cum that spurted thickly down her throat in great rolling waves. She 
gulped automatically, swallowing the sweet, pungent liquid hungrily to 
satiate the masochistic abandon that had swept over her. There was nothing 
else in the world except the heated throb of her wet vaginal passage and the 
spewing cock in her mouth. She swallowed obscenely in the pleasure of 
subjugation to the massive fat man jerking into her face. 

And then, it happened again, the great bursting inside her and she went into 
the throes of a second orgasm, just as her brother's cock fucking into her 
from behind began shooting its white, hot load deep up into her clasping 
cunt. It splashed insanely around inside her and foamed from the naked 
cuntal lips out onto the drenched pubic hair of his pelvis. His balls jammed 
tightly against her exposed clitoris caused her body to jerk spasmodically 
forward driving the still squirting cock in her madly sucking mouth to the 
hilt. Small droplets seeped from the corners of her lips as Eulin seemed to 
collapse beneath her and his shrinking penis slithered lifelessly from her 
constantly sucking mouth, thin sticky strings of the white viscid liquid 
stretching from her lips to his flaccid little cock below her. 

Wildly, she screwed her buttocks back onto the still spewing cock in her 
cunt, and with a banshee-like wail from her slack mouth, she felt her body 
explode into what seemed an inexhaustable array of colorful, bursting stars 
... and she continued to whimper until the very life seemed to drain out of 
her and she fell forward on Eulin's flabby, naked lap, Bodie's useless cock 
slipping limply from her wet, still clasping pussy. 

Eulin looked over at Mrs. Mudd who cringed in her corner, her face twisted 
in a loose expression of lurid pleasure, and he saw that behind her apron 
her skirts were raised ... The old bitch was fingering herself! He burst out 
in obscene laughter. No wonder her grandchildren were idiots, he thought, 
finally shoving Evie off him and signaling for Bodie to drag her away. 

Then, he lay back in his chair and began to think of the beautiful Trents 
once more... 

 Chapter 6 

The flight to New England had been a pleasant one for the Trents, even 
though the rainy weather continued. At Boston, Steve rented a car and took 
the turnpike north, a little more than a three-hour drive to Terncliff, a 
large and dated, rambling frame building with mansard rooms and little 
cupolas; it sat upon the high tip of a rocky peninsula jutting out in the 
angry, whitecapped ocean. It was noon and low-tide when they arrived at the 
bleak Everetts' summer place just south of Bar Harbor, and as they drove 
along the peninsula-road that was composed of solid, water washed rock, it 
occurred to Steve that at high tide the road would be covered by the sea; 
they would be completely isolated on an island. How beautiful and wholly 
relaxing that should be during the season, he thought; it was the sort of 
solitude a man needed when he got away for a rest. It was no wonder old 
Justin had always spoken with near reverence of his Terncliff... 

"It certainly is desolate out here, isn't it Steve?" Elaine said, looking 
off at the rolling, pounding gray sea. 

"It's the weather," her husband smiled. "Can you imagine what it's like when 
the sun shines? Must be beautiful..." 

"I-It gives me cold chills." Ann put in with a little shudder. "Listen to 
those waves roar when they crash against the rocks ..." 

"Girls," Donnie grunted. "Man you don't know when a thing's neat..." 

"What's neat about cold, bleak, pounding waves and the stink of dead fish?" 
Ann said back at him. 

"You see?" Donnie replied disgustedly. "You don't even know that the ocean 
always smells like that. It's the salt in the water, not dead fish." He 
shook his young, handsome head annoyedly. He had been irritated with her for 
two days because she had let Nadine Sheldon spend the nights with her and he 
hadn't been able to sneak into her room for a time ... something about 
Nadine's father being missing and her mother spending a lot of time at 
Police Headquarters while they searched for him ... He wouldn't have minded 
if she hadn't promised to suck him good and he'd gotten all worked up 
waiting for it ... but there hadn't been a darn thing he could do with old 
Nadine in bed sleeping with her ... 

Dear God, Elaine Trent was thinking, there was something almost eerie about 
the place as they approached it and it loomed up at them ... a grayish, 
Victorian monstrosity, erected out there on that desolate, ugly finger of 
rock ... She was reminded of stories from Poe to Stevenson, and a clammy 
little shiver crept along her spine. But, of course, it wouldn't do to let 
her husband know her feelings, nor their host, Mr. Everetts. She was 
convinced that a great deal concerning her husband's future as President of 
the Mills was going to depend on the impression she and the children made on 
Eulin C. Everetts ... and Lord knows, he wasn't the most likeable figure for 
one to take to. 

She had met him on several occasions at the Country Club and although she 
had managed to hide it, his obese repulsiveness had done little else but to 
nauseate her, especially when she recognized the open lechery in his small, 
sadistic eyes. Dear God, she could think of nothing more abhorring than 
having a relationship involving sex with such an abominable individual; 
however, the human animal was unpredictable, wasn't he? It was unbelievable 
the depths he (she) could sink to for wealth, position, prestige ... Yes, 
she must be on guard continuously not to let her detestation of him show 
through; it could be disastrous to her wonderful family's whole future... 

Thank God, they were only going to be there for the weekend, Ann was 
thinking, as her father brought the car to a stop before the long flight of 
wide wooden steps that led up and across the huge verenda to the double 
doors. Lord, what a weird place ... She might have commented on that if it 
weren't for the crack that she knew Donnie would make back. He was angry at 
her because Nadine had stayed with her the last two nights and he hadn't 
been able to sneak in so that they could have a time. He was acting just 
like a baby about it; she'd missed it as much as he had, but there hadn't 
been anything she could do. Of course, as always, she and Nadine had played 
with each other a bit, but it wasn't the same because Nadine didn't know how 
to make her cum and had never cum herself; besides, her friend was upset 
over her father and couldn't get too interested; so on both nights they had 
finally fallen asleep, but not without the frustrating little prickly 
tingles aggravating her loins and belly for hours. Truthfully, she would 
have given anything to have had Donnie's prick to suck ... or Daddy's great 
big one... 

She had only to think of Daddy's and the way she had felt it when she sat on 
his lap in the den, throbbing up against her soft, spread buttocks, and then 
the way he'd actually put his finger right inside her hot, moist pussy and 
tickled her clitoris, to start the little tingles right at that very moment. 
Wow, she hoped it wouldn't be long before he did it again; he'd promised, 
and she felt excitedly certain that he'd let her suck it next time... 

"Well, here we are," Steve Trent said, smiling as he glanced from one to the 
other of them. "Let's get out and breathe in that healthy salt air." 

Abruptly, Elaine looked up and saw the muscular, handsome young man 
descending the steps. He was smiling and seemingly unmindful of the biting 
snap of the weather, for he was naked as well as barefooted. He wore a pair 
of tight silk pants that made no effort toward hiding the delineated outline 
of his bounteous genitals commanding her attention. Immediately, she sensed 
the tiny ripple of arousal stir deep inside her and she had to force herself 
to tear away and look at her husband questioningly. 

"He's Bodie Tate," Steve informed them all in a half-whisper. "A little 
mental, I understand, both he and his sister, Evie. Their grandmother, Mrs. 
Mudd, cooks for Eulin, while the brother and sister keep the house and 
grounds at the mansion and here. It's a wonderful thing the way Eulin's 
taken them in and given them a home..." 

Ann's lovely eyes had widened and fastened, also, on the handsome young 
man's well outlined penis inside the tight, clinging silk pants. Sweet Lord, 
she was thinking, it must be as big as Daddy's! She felt her cheeks flushing 
as he smiled at her through the window, then looked to her mother. 

"Hi," he said. "I'm Bodie. You must be the Trents." 

Steve Trent walked around the car and offered his hand to the boy. 
Momentarily, Bodie looked down at it, then took it inside his own and shook 
it. He seemed pleased with the gesture. 

One by one, Steve introduced the family. 

"Mister Eulin's waiting for you in the Fun Room on the second floor," Bodie 
said, still smiling. 

"The Fun Room?" Elaine repeated, admiring the young man's muscular 
perfection. 

"Sure," Bodie said, then giggled. "That's where we see the movies and do all 
kinds of things. You'll see," he said, nodding his head and giggling loosely 
again. "You'll see ... but first I got to take you up to your rooms. Come 
on, follow me ..." 

* * * 

While Ann and Donnie remained in their respective, pleasantly furnished 
rooms for a needed little rest that their mother insisted upon, Elaine 
accompanied Steve to the large room on the second floor that Bodie Tate had 
referred to as the Fun Room. Its plushness surprised both of them; the 
Trents had no way of knowing that it was a replica of Eulin's favorite 
chamber in the mansion on Everett Hill, nor of the vast conveniences and 
pleasures it afforded him; but very shortly they would, he thought, as he 
sat sprawled in his massive chair smiling at them seated side by side on the 
nearest divan. 

Elaine couldn't help the uneasiness she felt before the intense gaze of the 
tiny, lecherous eyes, and she tried to avoid them by watching the fire in 
the great fireplace that Bodie tended across the room. The young man's 
sleek, muscular body fascinated her, and she couldn't but wonder what such a 
pronounced, flacid, youthful organ would be like in its erect stage. 

"So ... how does Terncliff strike you, Mrs. Trent?" the huge man asked, his 
small mouth moving almost obscenely in the mass of unsightly fat bloating 
his nubbinlike head. 

"Surprisingly comfortable, Mr. Everetts..." 

"Call me Eulin, please," he said, interrupting her. "I don't think we should 
lean too heavy on formality ... at least, not for this weekend ... with what 
I have in mind." He chuckled, his wormlike lips stretching into a lurid 
grin. "In fact, it would seem almost ludicrous ... and I'll call you 
Elaine." 

Steve Trent felt the furrows creasing his brow as the words his employer 
spoke registered in his mind; it was not what he had said, but the rather 
suggestive, almost immoral tone of voice he had used. Factually, he had 
always harbored some private reservations concerning Eulin Everetts and 
perversion, but he had never let himself dwell upon it, lest he form some 
unhealthy conclusions and opinions that could do nothing but hurt his 
career. On the other hand, he didn't intend that he or his loved ones would 
be subjected to even the slightest indignities... 

"Tell me, Steve, how are you and the tremendous responsibilities you've just 
shouldered getting on?" the fat man questioned, flicking his small eyes from 
Elaine to her husband. 

"Why ... I really can't say much yet," Steve replied, unready for the 
question, his mind still troubled from the other's preceding remarks. 
"Haven't really gotten my feet on the ground, so's to speak..." 

"Humph," Eulin grunted. "One of the problems of your predecessors Steve ... 
taking too long to get their feet on the ground. Of course, I didn't make 
them president because of their capabilities, or their business acumen." 
Once more, he made a lewd little chuckle. "That surprises you people, eh?" 

Elaine said nothing; she thought that there was hardly anything this 
gargoyle could say that would surprise her. There was no getting around it; 
she detested the man. But Steve had assumed a shocked expression. He was 
struggling for words. 

"I-I'm afraid I don't understand, Eulin..." 

"Of course, you don't," the other replied, grinning. "But we'll get to that. 
First, how about a drink...?" 

Elaine watched him press a small button on the table beside him. She seldom 
took anything this time of day, but she was thinking that it might be 
welcome under the circumstances. 

Steve was about to refuse when the door opened and a tall, shapely girl with 
a wealth of long dark hair entered. She was smiling and most attractive, but 
what jolted him was the sheer, ankle-length white gown she wore. It fell in 
loose folds around her curvaceous body and was breathtakingly diaphanous ... 
and she boasted absolutely no undergarment beneath it! 

"This is Evie, Bodie's sister," the ugly man said, his tiny eyes raking her 
provocative body salaciously. "Lovely, isn't she?" 

Steve could only gape at the voluptuous girl in awe. Her full round breasts 
were jutting forth like ripe succulent melons, their proud hard nipples 
embossing the flimsy material like two luscious cherries, and he could see 
plainly her slender waist, her navel, and the rounded arch of her hips. Only 
the folds at the juncture of her thighs hid that alluring area, and when she 
moved, he wasn't certain but what he could actually see the darker 
split-line of a hairless, naked cunt between her full, rounded thighs ... 
and then, he was reassured when she walked past him to Eulin's chair and he 
could see clearly the lovely spheres of her entrancing full buttocks and the 
crack that separated them. 

Christ almighty! What the devil was going on here anyway? His cock lurched 
inside his shorts. The girl was absolutely intoxicating ... but wasn't she 
supposed to be a mental problem...? He looked to Elaine whose lovely mouth 
had fallen loosely open... 

"Striking, isn't she, Steve?" the big man gloated. "And marvelous to have 
around. She brings me many hours of pleasure. Well, now, what'll you have 
...?" 

"Wha-What?" Steve stammered. "Oh ... ah ... I don't care ... anything ..." 

Eulin chuckled, delighted with the expressions of shock that were distorting 
his beautiful guests' faces. He said to Evie: 

"Pour us some sherry, Pet ... my special stock, eh?" 

Obediently, the enchanting girl moved across the room to the bar near the 
fireplace where her brother stood. Elaine watched her in near envy as she 
glided gracefully, like some erotic apparition, the lovely flesh of her 
curvaceous body peeking through the gossamer material in translucent 
delectation. There was no longer any question in her mind but what something 
vile and sinister lay behind their weekend invitation, and her immediate 
fears were not for Steve or herself, but for Ann and Donnie. Dear God, why 
had they ever come there...? 

"The fact of the matter is, Steve ... Elaine..." Eulin Everetts said, 
accepting the crystal glass filled with his own private stock from the tray 
that Evie held forth. "I find sex, contrary to what both of you might think 
of me ... I find it most exhilarating ... and necessary to my existence." He 
watched both husband and wife lift glasses from the tray, their eyes, as 
were his own, feasting upon Evie's pellucid loveliness as she swept toward a 
corner to await summons. "I do hope that doesn't jar you too much, 
especially you, Elaine, but you see a man like myself, ugly and unsightly, a 
bachelor, and wealthy beyond most men's fondest dreams, does have his needs 
... his sexual desires ... and because he cannot win them in the acceptable 
manner he buys them. 

"And accordingly, I buy mine ... but they are vast and sometimes complex. 
You, Steve ... you must wonder why Parksburg Paper has gone through three 
presidents in as many years? Undoubtedly, those men seemed capable, maybe 
even brilliant to you ... well, two of them were ... but as I said before, 
that wasn't why I appointed them to the position. It was simply because I 
wanted their whole families ... sexually. And that, my charming Trents, is 
why you are here for this weekend ... and why you, Steve, are President of 
Parksburg Paper Mills, Inc." 

Had he been struck with a hammer, the shock couldn't have been greater to 
Steven Trent. He glanced at his wife who seemed to be suddenly lifeless, her 
eyes wide and vacant in disbelief as she stared at the horrible, depraved 
man in the great chair before them. 

"Jesus Christ!" Steve swore. He slammed down his glass and struggled to his 
feet, his handsome face drawn in sudden rage. Subconsciously, his brain 
raced to evaluate the unbelievable words it had just catalogued; there was 
no mistake; the obscene distortion of humanity grinning lewdly at him had 
meant every sentence he spoke, and their meaning was undeniably clear. 
"You're insane, Eulin! Your father would turn over in his grave! I ought to 
beat you within an inch of your life for insulting my wife and my..." 

It was the word beat that had brought Bodie charging across the room, the 
fireplace poker in his hand. He stood behind Steve, and Elaine let off a 
frightened gasp. 

Steve Trent froze, vaguely trying to formulate his next move. 

"Don't be a fool, Steve," Eulin said, half smiling., "If you make one stupid 
move toward me, Bodie would crush your skull ... and never give it a second 
thought. You see, both he and Evie are completely devoted to me ... and in 
turn I bring them immeasurable sexual pleasure, the only thing that matters 
to either of them." 

Steve gaped at his employer. It was all impossible...! He must be losing his 
mind...! 

"Now ... sit down and let's talk sensibly, eh?" Eulin Everetts said, waiting 
until his puppet president fell back onto the divan ... just as he knew he 
would. "You see, my beautiful people, like the other families, I don't 
intend for you to give yourselves to me without compensation ... full and 
complete gratification that will fulfill your most far-fetched dreams for 
both your own, and your delightful children's lifetimes ... I'm talking 
about money, my dear Trents ... money that is at this very moment deposited 
in a bank under your joint names ... twenty-five thousand dollars!" 

Elaine felt her throat and mouth go exceedingly dry at the sound of the 
figures he had let tumble resoundingly from his small, wormlike lips. A wave 
of chills spread through her at the mere meaning of such a fortune all at 
one time. She had imagined it; who hadn't in their lifetime? Twenty-five 
thousand dollars! Subconsciously, she swallowed from her glass as she stared 
in utter fascination at her husband's babylike-faced employer. He was 
smiling with that tiny mouth and his eyes seemed to light up as they fixed 
her into their focus. She found herself half-smiling in return. 

"Christ!" Steve spat. "I can't believe it! You must be some sort of devil 
from hell! No man in his right mind could even conceive of such a thing...!" 

"Wait, Darling ... wait!" Elaine exclaimed, leaning forward and putting a 
restraining hand on her husband's arm. "L-Let him finish ... Go on ... 
Eulin, tell us what you expect." 

The insidious gargoyle grinned triumphantly. He had already won and he knew 
it. So, it was the luscious Elaine who was the greedy one in the family ... 
and she was efficient, crafty ... obviously the energy behind the throne ... 
he had reached right to the core on first stab, they were his! 

"It's exactly as I've said, my dear," Eulin replied, sighing heavily. "I see 
no reason to reiterate. The money ... twenty-five thousand dollars, is 
already deposited in your joint names. I have the bank-book here." He held 
up a small dark book with embossed letters on top of one another in typical 
trade-mark. "It's yours, once agreement is reached. Myself, I am a student 
of de Sade ... you have only to examine the books on the shelves around you. 
This room is equipped with the finest movie and sound equipment that money 
can buy. We will watch erotic films of your three predecessor's families, 
Steven. We will dine and drink scrumptiously. Evie and Bodie will join with 
us. It will be an orgy unequaled even in Nero's history..." 

"And what of Ann and Donnie?" Elaine questioned quickly. Eulin Everetts 
chuckled in his inimitable licentious manner. "But of course, my dear, they 
will take part. It's them that I want..." 

"You godamned fiend!" Steve blurted, leaping to his feet. He started to 
charge the huge man but Bodie caught him from behind. 

Steve was no weakling, but he was no match for the powerful young man with 
the demented mind. Bodie clamped one forearm around his throat from behind, 
and jerked his left arm into a painful hammer-lock. 

Eulin shook his head. "What a shame this is," he commented. "You're a fool, 
Trent. Don't you know that I could take your family as I chose anyway ... 
with or without your agreement ... then, dispose of you? So ... you would 
scream and bring charges against me ... who would believe you? I ask you 
sincerely, whom do you think would believe you? With my money I could carry 
it to the highest courts in the land ... and you would be lost." The man 
leaned forward in his great chair. "Now ... I'll tell you how it will be. 
Comply without further nonsense and I'll make you wealthy and important 
beyond your foggiest dreams. Thwart me, and I'll have your beautiful family 
anyway ... then, completely and unmercifully destroy you!" Suddenly, and 
with great effort, the huge man stood. "I'm going to my room for a nap. 
We'll have cocktails here at five, followed by dinner ... and movies." He 
smiled evilly. "Be sure those magnificent children are present." He walked 
laboriously toward the door, then paused half way to turn. "I'll leave you 
two here to make your decision. Bodie and Evie are at your disposal. You may 
fuck them or have them suck you ... whatever pleases you ... And now, until 
five, my beautiful Trents..." 

* * * 

"Dear God, Steve, use your wits!" Elaine said, as she walked the floor and 
sipped at her fourth glass of sherry. "We're trapped ... at his mercy! There 
isn't one damned thing we can do! My God ...!" 

"We can leave here, now!" Steve replied, sitting on the divan and leaning 
forward, both Ann and Donnie beside him. 

"You're talking like an ass! Don't you suppose he's considered that?" Elaine 
responded. "I'll wager that the car won't run ... and that there isn't an 
available boat for miles!" 

"Oh ... oh God," Steve sighed. "You're undoubtedly right. He had this all 
planned. Christ, why did I ever bring us here ...?" 

"But we are here, Darling! Let's face the facts. We are here and confronted 
with the greatest problem of our lives..." 

"I don't care for myself," Steve blurted. "It's Ann and Donnie..." 

"All right! We all know that, too!" Elaine snapped irritably. "The fact 
remains that we're rehashing stupid, idiotic things over and over! He can 
utterly destroy you, Steve, destroy all of us ... and he will if we don't 
agree to his little party ... On the other hand, if we do agree, and 
shrewdly try to keep our heads, we will have twenty-five thousand 
dollars...! Twenty-five thousand dollars, Darling! Do you realize what than 
can mean for all of us? Is the merchandise greater than the remuneration? Is 
it? Think...!" 

"Christ, Elaine, do you realize what you're saying?" Steve said, gaping at 
her. He could never remember her looking quite as she did at that moment: 
her eyes glassed and staring, her lovely mouth pinched, her hands clenching 
one another tightly. "Wha-What about the kids?" 

"What about them? Have you asked them yet what their opinions are?" she 
snapped down at him. "It does involve their futures, too, you know." 

Slowly, Steve Trent dropped his eyes to focus upon his voluptuous young 
daughter beside him. He was unaware that her eyes were magnetized by the 
half-naked, muscular form of Bodie Tate who stood beside the fireplace with 
folded arms facing them. A tiny smile danced over his lips as he studied the 
lovely blonde girl. 

He knew she was looking at his prick so tight and long in his silk, black 
pants. Girls that came to the mansion house or here at Terncliff always 
stared at it, just as Evie liked to look at it ... or hold it ... or suck it 
... or shove it into her cunt or asshole when it was hard ... He was proud 
of it, but exceedingly so right at the moment because the pretty little 
yellow-haired girl with the big tits couldn't seem to take her eyes off it. 
And he was smiling to himself because he knew that before the night was over 
he would shove it into her tight cunt ... and he'd shove it into her 
mother's cunt, too ... That was the thing about Mister Eulin's fun-times ... 
you could do whatever you wanted with your prick ... even fuck grandma if 
you wanted to... 

"Princess ... you've heard the whole despicable story," Steve said to his 
daughter, slipping his arm around her protectively. "You ... you understand 
what's expected of us ... all of us ... don't you?" 

Ann looked directly into her father's pain-filled eyes, her own lovely ones 
sparkling sensuously. "Yes, Daddy ... of course, I understand ... and I'm 
not afraid." She lay her head against her father's shoulder and hugged him. 
"I'd do anything to keep you or Mommie, or Donnie from being hurt..." She 
spoke as she was mentally comparing memories of her father's organ pressing 
against her bottom in his den and the sight of Bodie's across the room ... 
yes, she thought, it was Daddy's that she would rather have..."And it is a 
terrible lot of money," she added, snuggling into Steven's neck. "Besides 
... it'll be mostly amongst ourselves ... the family, and that makes it all 
right, doesn't it?" 

Holding his precious daughter tight against him, Steve Trent shook his head 
in confusion. The whole terrible thing was utterly fantastic! It just 
couldn't be happening! Something out of the dark ages ... completely 
demented! Then, his son said: 

"I'm not afraid either Dad ... I mean, it can't really hurt us much, can it? 
And we will get all that money." Donnie had gotten to his feet and put his 
arm around his mother's waist, letting his strong young hand slide down over 
her hip and part of her round firm bottom. "Like Ann says, it'll be mostly 
in the family ..." 

"We're all too close to each other to ever let it hurt us, Darling," Elaine 
put in, the surprising presence of her Donnie's hand smoothing over her 
buttock immediately stirring excitement in her belly. Then, reveries of 
Jamey Halo's strong young body and throbbing prick raced through her mind, 
and she stole a quick glance at Bodie's long limp member bulging out front 
of his pants across the room. Lord, she wasn't certain how many glasses of 
wine she'd had, but its heady effects was certainly stimulating her desire. 
With the exception of Eulin Everett's participation, the whole lascivious 
idea and the possible carnal developments were beginning to intrigue her. 

Again, Steve shook his head. He said: "I-I just can't think ... my brain 
won't function ... It seems like it must be some kind of damned 
nightmare..." He worked his way to his feet, his arm still around his 
daughter who clung tightly to him. "Let's go up to our room where we can 
think and discuss it in private." 

"What time is it?" Elaine questioned. 

"Two-fifteen," Steve replied, looking at his watch. 

"He ... wants us here at five," his wife reminded him. 

"We still have some time to think," he said. "My God, remember ... our 
little princess here is still a virgin, Elaine! It could be very painful for 
her..." 

"No Darling, not if it's done properly ... gently with love," his wife said, 
lowering her voice in a soft whisper. "And that's your responsibility as her 
father, Steve, under the circumstances." 

"Christ!" he gulped. "Wha-What ... you mean, me ... take her virginity ...?" 

"Yes ... rather than that ugly monster, or even Bodie, there. I doubt if 
he'd have much pity on her, do you?" Elaine said, bringing her point home. 
"Come on, we'll go to the room, all of us. There's time, and I'll help..." 

"Me, too, Dad!" Donnie put in anxiously. 

Steve looked from one to the other of their faces, finally to his lovely 
Ann's. "Wha-What do you say, Darling? It's all up to you ... My God..." 

Steve sensed the tiny shudder ripple over his daughter's young body as she 
whispered: "Yes, Daddy ... I want you to ... I know I can trust you to be 
gentle with me ... I'm not afraid ... Please ... now ...!" 

 Chapter 7 

Elaine Trent was functioning mechanically; her exterior appearance was one 
of amazing control, while within, her natural emotions were caught up in 
tremendous conflict. Dear God, whatever was motivating her the stronger, she 
couldn't be certain. That they should become involved in such an 
unbelievable, abhorrent situation was not even comprehendible ... yet, they 
were! And at all costs the children must be protected to the fullest degree. 
What could be more disastrously lasting in the tender mind of her lovely, 
sensitive Ann than to have her virginity ripped away in some brutal, 
fiendish orgy? Not that what she was advocating ... that her Steve, her own 
loving husband and her Ann's wonderful father, by easing his organ into the 
delicate, chaste vagina of the unrealizing girl and opening her, would 
change the complexion of Eulin Everetts' debauched effects one iota, but it 
well might lessen the initial agonies of her ... and surely there was moral 
issue there. Better that she first be taken gently by a loved one, rather 
than brutally by a demented ogre. 

Dear God! What an odious position to be placed in ... yet, there was the 
twenty-five thousand dollars to alleviate a measure of the loathing ... 
Twenty-five thousand ... and she had to admit that there was something 
overwhelmingly intriguing about the forbidden incestuous act that stimulated 
her ... Yes, this was good, for love of each other and deep affection must 
be the predominate theme throughout to avoid any psychological damage... 

Hence, she engineered the arrangements, her loving, protective domination in 
complete command. She brought more of the wine from the Fun Room with them, 
insisting they all have several glasses to help ease their tension, then 
calmly suggested they all undress to make it easier for Ann. 

The lovely young blonde's eyes depicted anything but a person suffering 
tension. They danced excitedly and she wore an almost permanent smile of 
anticipation around her provocatively pouting lips. 

Without hesitation, both Ann and Donnie undressed while Elaine began to slip 
out of her clothes, and Steve with some obvious misgivings still plaguing 
him, finally followed suit, but not until he had looked to his wife 
pleadingly, then had gone to her to whisper: 

"Christ, Elaine ... are you sure you want..." 

"Shhh. Don't let her see you upset this way, she cautioned under her breath. 
"It could have a tremendous, reverse mental effect. Please, Darling, trust 
me." She placed her hand on his arm. "It's your duty, Steve ... She must be 
made to understand that sex is love, at least her first time ... and that's 
up to you, Darling. I'll help all I can ... but we can't forget Donnie, 
either ... Look, isn't she lovely...?" 

Dear Christ, in all truth, he had never realized what a gorgeous body his 
beautiful Ann possessed. He had only imagined; but now, he saw. She was 
smiling at him in loving expectation as she stepped out of her skirt and 
half-slip, her shapely calves and full, creamy-white thighs in full view 
before him. The black of her long silk stockings, held in place by a dainty, 
if sexy, lace trimmed garter belt that he never knew she wore, contrasted 
sharply with the soft ivory of her naked flesh. 

Suddenly, to Steve, it was as if they were alone in the room. His beloved 
Ann was playing strictly to him, while both Elaine and Donnie seemed to fade 
even from his peripheral vision, and he was never conscious of the fact that 
they, too, had become engrossed with one another ... at least momentarily. 
Before him, Ann's blouse, then her bra, fell to the floor with the flick of 
her fingers and the full beauty of her firm, ripe young breasts swung into 
freedom. He'd had no idea of their enchanting splendor! They rested high and 
proud in the afternoon light, and their quivering turgid pink nipples stood 
out on the luscious half-spheres, peaked higher as she raised her arms over 
her head, pulling her long blonde hair up provokingly, then releasing it to 
cascade softly over her alluring shoulders. 

Damn, she was actually taunting him! He felt his penis lurch inside his 
shorts ... all that was left covering his nakedness ... as he stared at her 
in just high heels, long black hose, the garter belt, and the thin wisp of 
sheer panties. She turned her back to him, then, bending over slowly, 
drawing the silk panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and lush, 
round buttocks, brushing them sensuously against her smooth thighs and 
calves, finally discarding them at her feet by her skirt. She stretched 
languidly, then with a deliberate teasing motion, turned to face him. All of 
her absolutely delicious nudity was now exposed ... from her high rounded 
breasts to the soft golden down sprinkled over the puffy little central 
mound between her legs... 

"Take off everything, Darling, Steve heard his wife say, her words jarring 
his erotic trance. "You'll only ruin your stockings." 

He turned then to look at Elaine who was completely naked with her arms 
around Donnie, holding his nude, strong young body tight against her own. 
She whispered something into the boy's ear, then gently opened her thighs 
and captured his lean, hard organ between them. Her firm, full breasts were 
flattened against his hairless broad chest and his head went to rest on her 
shoulder. At first, Steve was so taken aback at the sight that he couldn't 
speak. He hadn't considered this aspect of the situation, but then, Elaine 
smiled at him understandingly and said: "This little darling has got to have 
some instructions. We can't just toss him to those wolves, can we...?" 

Steve swallowed tightly. "N-No," he managed. "I-I suppose not..." 

Elaine stroked her long fingers through her son's hair, then said: "Let's 
all get on the bed. It's Ann we're mostly concerned with first. I think my 
little man here, with some minor pointers, will be able to handle himself. 
Come, Steve darling ... take your shorts off." 

Ann laid down and stretched out in her breathtaking loveliness before her 
father. Elaine moved onto the bed beside her, while Donnie stood by, 
momentarily, his young shaft rock hard and jutting out from his lean, near 
hairless pelvis. Steve saw his daughter's eyes lock on his own long, thick 
rod that was cleaving the air in his now sensuously aroused state. 

Christ, he'd never had wine hit him so solidly as Eulin's sherry ... and it 
was doing something to his belly and loins; his cock was suddenly as hard as 
a length of ironwood...; had the bastard doctored it some way? Hell, he 
couldn't take his eyes off his baby's enticing body ... and the way she was 
lying there with her soft, full white thighs slightly spread open to him, 
exposing the thin pink slit of her vagina, nestled so beautifully in the 
soft golden fuzz enframing it. 

"Now, Pet," said Elaine to her daughter, running her long smooth fingers 
over the young girl's smooth satin like stomach, "first, there's nothing to 
be frightened of." 

"I-I know, Mommy," Ann half whispered. "I'm not frightened ... honest. 
Remember, I know what happens from sex class in school..." 

"All right ... but first I think we better look and see how tight you are 
down there," her mother said, slipping away in the bed as both Steve and 
Donnie moved in closer to get a better view. "Spread your thighs wide apart, 
Darling ... that's it ... now ... let's see..." 

Expertly, Elaine long fingers brushed the little lips of tender flesh open 
on either side of the pink, moist aperture. Ann's lovely body jerked beneath 
the gentle, sensitive touch and they heard her gasp lightly. 

The young girl felt the adroit fingers insinuate themselves, hurting 
slightly at first so that she gasped and nibbled at her lip. And then, they 
were smoothing around inside her and playing with her clitoris, while the 
other hand moved under her full round buttocks to hold them and push them 
toward the probing fingers. 

"I'm just trying to stimulate you a bit, Baby, so your pussy will dilate, 
then we can tell better how Daddy's thing is going to fit in there." 

"Ohh ... ohhh..." Ann began to moan, as her mother's educated fingers caused 
the prickly tingles to ripple over her naked body. 

"What do you think, Steve?" Elaine questioned her husband. 

"I-It's beautiful!" he choked. 

"That's not what I mean, Darling," his wife replied, somewhat sarcastically. 
"I'm referring to her hymen ... I don't think it'll be too difficult ... if 
you're ready." 

Steve swallowed and climbed between his daughter's wide spread thighs; she 
was half smiling, half whimpering in her desire-aroused anticipation. 

"Daddy ... oh, Daddy..." she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and 
pulling him down on top of her. "Kiss me first please kiss me..." 

Steve Trent was immediately lost in the rapture of his beautiful daughter's 
voluptuous body. "I'll ... I'll be gentle, Baby," he hissed, his brain a 
perplexed maze of confused lust, and love for his family's welfare. He could 
hardly believe what he was about to do to his beloved, writhing daughter 
beneath him. Yet, he was going to ... Christ, yes! He was going to fuck her 
... his own sweet, darling baby! 

"Oh sweet Lord, Daddy! You feel so nice ... so hot and nice!" she whispered, 
smashing her lips upon his as she squirmed the flatness of her belly close 
up to him. Her long nails trailed across his back, leaving small red welts 
in their path. He pushed his hands down beneath her, cupping the fullness of 
her firm smooth asscheeks in their palms, drawing her open crotch up tighter 
against him. He moved hungrily against her, insinuating the hardness of his 
long, thick member in its entire length up and down her tight opened split, 
sensing the velvety flesh growing more moist with each passing second. Her 
hips began an increasing desperate rotation up against his loins until her 
legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of his body, her 
calves locking against the backs of his thighs, pulling him tighter into 
her. 

"She's ready now, Steve," Elaine hissed from where she lay beside them, 
reaching subconsciously down and behind her to clasp hold of Donnie's 
throbbing young prick resting against her buttocks where he kneeled up to 
watch the erotic performance. The boy gasped and jerked as his mother took 
the fleshy rod inside her cool hand. "My God, don't make her wait any 
longer, Darling...!" 

Steve Trent hardly heard his wife. His brain was too engrossed with the 
lovely young creature beneath him. He made no effort to watch Elaine as she 
gently stroked the swollen young cock of his son, even as both of them 
stared with mounting excitement at their husband-father's massive organ 
pulsating against the soft, white golden haired crotch of their 
daughter-sister. Instead, he was lost inside Ann's now crushing arms ... and 
then she was running her hands searchingly down over his body, exploring 
eagerly the secret hollows of all of him. His heavy rod was resting hard 
against her trembling thighs, pressed into the narrow hairline slit of her 
tender young vulva. 

"Oh, sweet Lord, Daddy ... do it now!" she gasped. "Don't make me wait ... 
please do it now!" 

It was too much; he couldn't wait any longer! He started to move but she 
anticipated him and her hand wedged down between them, encircling his 
throbbing prick, causing them both to gasp hotly into each others face ... 
Dear God! She'd had no idea it was so big! Momentarily, she held it in her 
small hand exploringly, then, hesitantly guided its fleshy nob between the 
virginal lips of her passion moistened cunt. It was Daddy's ... her own 
wonderful Daddy's ... and she wasn't afraid, she reminded herself. 

Steve groaned above her in amazement as he felt her move it up and down 
between her legs with seemingly inborn knowledge, parting the soft silky 
hair of her sensitive little pussy with the pulsating blood-filled head. 

"L--Listen, my baby," he hissed, "spread your thighs as far as you can, and 
try to lift your bottom up to Daddy. It'll help to open your little hole and 
make it easier for you. 

"Yes, Daddy, yes ... yes! Anything ... just do it to me! Anyway you want ... 
I'm all yours, aren't I? Your own little girl?" she panted following his 
instructions by pressing her hot, soft thighs as far open as she could and 
raising her delightful loins up to him. 

"Holy crap!" Donnie choked, gaping at the flowered coral fissure in his 
sister's wide-spread crotch and his father's long, thick prick prodding at 
the tiny moist hole only inches above the puckered, pink ring of her anus. 
"It'll never go in there, Mom! It's too big. It'll split her cunt wide 
open...!" 

"Yes it will, Darling," his mother said, easing down so that she could see 
better, while simultaneously, she lifted her own leg slightly, and with her 
buttocks still facing her son, she drew his strong young organ between the 
moist lips of her own cunt ... back and forth slowly through the velvety, 
warm damp slit while he gasped elatedly ... then, placing its bulbous, 
youthful head at the mouth of her vagina, she slowly pressed her buttocks 
back toward him, letting her cunt swallow his throbbing young prick into 
her. "There," she gasped, "Now just let it rest in there for a moment while 
we watch, and you will see the amazing wonder of a woman's nature." 

Donnie couldn't have answered had he wanted to. The hot, moist walls of his 
mother's cunt had sucked his cock right up into her, and as he half knelt, 
half laid beside her, he could feel the sleek inner muscles tightening and 
relaxing like a mouth ... only better, and he couldn't hold himself from 
flicking his hips back and forth as he tried to thrust further and further 
up into her. 

Elaine felt her breath whipped away at the efforts of her Donnie plunging 
his excited young cock up into her needing cunt from behind. The sight of 
Ann, of her own will, placing her father's prick-head at the tiny, moist 
pink mouth of her vaginal opening had sent wild, fiery sensations to spiral 
through her, and before she realized what she was doing, she was on her 
knees before her son with her buttocks raised back high and open to him, 
while he speared into her with an unbelievable vigor, pounding his young 
loins into the wide-spread cleft of her ass until she could feel his strong 
virile balls slapping solidly against her erect clitoris. 

Dear God! Somehow she must keep her wits ... she must watch close to see 
that Steve didn't lose his head and hurt their baby; she tried to reason as 
she hovered above her daughter's loins, watching with glazed eyes the first 
stretching pressure of his thick cock at the tight, virginal opening... 

Ann whimpered aloud in a mixture of passionate desire and trembling 
misgivings as she felt the tender lips around her throbbing, virginal 
passage pushed open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment and 
her breath caught in her throat, the sudden thought racing into her brain 
that it was never going to fit! He was too big for her! Yes, too big...! 
Then, something gave, causing a sharp little pain and she bit her lip 
tightly. 

"There, Baby, there easy now," Steve heard himself whispering down into her 
stunned, beautiful young face. "A little bit at a time ... then, we wait a 
moment ... and now, a little bit more..." 

Again, he pressed slowly, gently into her, against the warm fleshy 
resistance, until she couldn't hold back her cry of pain. 

"Ooohhh ... aggghhhhhh ... ahhhh Daddy, Daddy ... it hurts! M-My God...!" 

"Easy, Baby ... my little darling ... hold tight to me ... dig your nails 
into my arms and hold tight," Steve hissed, his hands beneath her firm, full 
buttocks, cupping them and holding them up to his loins as he continued to 
press as gently but firmly as possible with his ever growing, aching prick 
up into the unbelievably tiny channel of his luscious daughter's wanting 
cunt. 

And then, abruptly, the tight elastic ring popped open with a quick, 
unexpected snap, and his huge, blood-engorged head slipped wetly inside her 
with a rush that left Ann gasping for breath. Her eyes opened wide as did 
her mouth, at the submerging charge of his heavy-veined rod into the hot 
channeled depths of her tight, young cunt. 

"Aggghhhh! Ooohhhhh, God! Daddy!" she cried beneath him as he felt the warm, 
velvet-like sheath slip moistly over his sensitive, naked flesh. His long, 
thick cock raced up her cunt to the full depths of her flat little belly 
before he could control the pressure he'd been forced to exert ... her 
delightful, squeezing channel, so warm and tight, aching the entire length 
of his rigid shaft, until with a loud groan his balls slapped snugly into 
the upturned cheeks of her tensely clenched ass. 

"O ... oh, my God, Daddy ... Darling!" she whimpered again. She'd had no 
idea in this world that it would ever be such agony. She had never been 
entered by anything larger than two fingers and those her own, or Nadine's 
... and now, she was so completely filled! Her virginal little pussy hole 
felt as if his plunging cock had ripped it into a thousand tiny shreds. 

Dear God ... and she loved him so! She must never let him know how much it 
hurt her! She must be bleeding profusely ... Mother of God! It was filling 
every part of her insides! It was as if a white-hot pole of blazing fire had 
been forced up into her, and there wasn't one tiny ridge of his massive 
prick's conformity that she couldn't feel pressing tight against the soft, 
sensitive walls of her cunt. 

He lay unmoving for a moment, his face directly above hers. She closed her 
eyes so that he wouldn't see her pain and cry himself, and she lay 
completely immobile, afraid to even stir for fear of the agony it would 
cause. Dear Lord ... how did a woman stand it? What was it in her nature 
that made her want such a huge, brutal rod of flesh shoved into her? 
Automatically, she flexed her inner thigh muscles tightly together in an 
attempt to ease the probing explorations of the massive, invading shaft, 
knowing in her heart and mind that if this were not her own beloved Daddy, 
she would hate him forever; but the throb of her internal sinews only served 
to taunt the fleshy thing, and it seemed to be squirming deeper and deeper 
into her vainly resisting passage. 

Dear God! She would have to stop him, or go out of her mind with the pain! 
She sensed the walls of her cringing little vagina clasping around it like a 
buttered glove; the hard, spongy tip was pressing relentlessly against what 
must be her cervix and then, the thin folds of flesh along its length ... 
the tickling hairs of his balls in the crevice of her ass ... they were all 
suddenly a part of her! She had become one with her Daddy ... oh, sweet, 
handsome Daddy ... and all because of his massive, beautiful prick buried 
deep in her belly; in spite of her pain, her tongue snaked out and began 
licking lewdly at her lips... 

Donnie had never fucked anyone before! He had been sucked and played with, 
even licked a few cunts, but he had never known such ultimate pleasure as he 
was experiencing at the moment. Holy crap, his mother was the most beautiful 
woman in the world! He'd known it all along, and he was right! He panted 
heavily as he watched his rock-hard prick, moist with her secretions, 
pistoning into the coral-hued slit of her beautiful, black, hair-fringed 
cunt. The sight of her full, white rounded buttocks and her tightly puckered 
brown rectum was almost more than he could stand. His eyes bulged wider as 
he gaped at the ragged pink flanges of the protective, soft, fleshy folds 
around her pussy, drawing back with each outstroke, and then swallowed in 
again as he thrust forward into her with the strong in and out rhythm he had 
begun, while his mother's eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion. 

From where Elaine leaned close in observance of her husband's entry into 
their virginal Ann, abruptly, the pungent odors of their union stung her 
flaring nostrils, nearly setting her wild. She was no longer interested with 
what lay before her, but with what was fucking into her from behind. She 
spread her thighs wider and lowered her buttocks to a shallower level, 
causing her beloved Donnie to alter his position. Suddenly, she could feel 
with obscene delight the few tiny, springy pubic hairs around the base of 
his strong young prick brushing tantalizingly against the soft inner edges 
of her widespread buttocks. She dropped from her elbows to the flatness of 
the bed, so that her breasts were squashed tightly against the mattress and 
began to rotate her presented bottom back against his violently charging 
young cock. 

"Oh ... oh God, Darling, that's the way!" she gasped at him, turning her 
head so that he could see the marvelous effect he was having on her. "You're 
doing it perfect ... just hold on to my hips and ... ram as hard as you can, 
Pet! Yes! Yes! Like that! That's it ... oh, God yes! Hard! Hard!" 

Steve had lain almost breathless for long moments, his brain filled with the 
fear that he had so hurt his angel-daughter that he had destroyed everything 
they had tried to accomplish. And then, he had felt the first slight 
fluttering pressure exerted by her vaginal muscle against his penis. He had 
waited patiently for it, knowing that it must come first before he moved 
inside her again. He had hovered motionless above her prostrate form, 
waiting, hoping that she would become accustomed to his bulky presence 
submerged in her soft young belly. Now, he flexed the member gently in 
response, expanding it inside her, but still holding his body immobile. 

"Oh ... oh..." Ann whimpered through gasping lips, still struggling with the 
fine line of pleasure-pain. 

Her father waited a moment, then repeated the act while he watched her 
grimacing face beneath him. Her mouth fell limply open, her eyes clenched 
tightly shut. 

"Oooohhh ... Ohhh Daddy!" she exclaimed. Then, she held her breath as the 
buried cock expanded more, stretching the narrow passage walls farther 
apart. 

"I know, Baby, I know," Steve tried to sooth her, "but we've got to widen 
your tight little cunt walls so that there won't be any more pain; so that 
when a penis is inside you it'll bring you nothing but pleasure. Do you 
understand, Baby?" 

"Oh ... oh, yes, Daddy," she whimpered, tossing her head from side to side 
as her father now set up a deliberate rhythm to his throbs, and as he 
watched, he saw her nostrils begin a hesitant flaring to the tempo. At last, 
soft mewling noises of rapture escaped her open mouth in cadence with his 
tender ministrations. "Oh ... oh ... ohhh, yes ... yes ... Daddy 
darling...," she began to moan. 

He sensed her urgent answering throbs begin around the head of his member. 
Her moist, still tight, clasping cuntal-throat had begun a soft opening and 
closing as it swallowed about his throbbing shaft. 

He had reached her! Yet, he didn't move, only continued the spaced, 
tantalizing pulsating inside the enchanting tight passage of her tender 
cunt. Now, he lowered his lips and gently kissed her breast, sucking one 
nipple into his mouth lovingly to tongue and nibble at. Immediately, her 
whole body began to writhe under him and he moved his lips to hers. She 
groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, thrusting her tiny 
tongue with sudden, complete delight deep into his throat. Low hums of 
ecstatic bliss began to rise in torrents from her chest, her beautiful face 
twisting with erotic passion, her mouth working excitedly, her neck 
straining as a light sweat broke out onto her forehead under the now 
disheveled, soft, blonde hair. Her head rolled from side to side in a state 
of near half consciousness, while her hips began a slow, demanding roll 
beneath his impaling, fleshy rod. Suddenly, her hungry, nibbling little cunt 
screwed itself up tighter against his hair-covered pelvis and he was forced 
to clench his teeth tightly in an effort to control himself. 

There was no longer any questions as to the meaning of the word ecstasy, Ann 
reasoned nebulously. Her voluptuous body had burst into life like a fresh 
budding flower in springtime. A maddening tingle had sprung into being 
within her womb and surged relentlessly over the raw nerve ends of her now 
vibrant flesh. It rippled through her excited cunt and out its silken, 
fleece-lined flanges, coursing wildly over her milky-white thighs, and along 
the full length of her outstretched legs to circle about inside her toes as 
she curled them tightly against the soles of her feet. It raced, from her 
quivering belly insanely through her rib cage and out to the hardened tips 
of her pink, palpitating nipples. 

Oh Jesus, she was in heaven! 

Once more, Steve smoothed his hands down her sides and slid them in under 
the soft, satiny globes of her moving buttocks. Now, they flexed and 
unflexed to his touch, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his hands 
lovingly into them. He drew her closer to his loins and felt her pulling her 
thighs back a little more, the moist, lubricated hole of her tight little 
cunt flowering open to receive his aching cock to greater and greater 
depths. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tensed as she 
writhed beneath him from the magnitude of her newly discovered sensations. 

Steve felt the smooth raw flesh of her chaste vagina holding him in, 
breaking and pulling now, all around his hot, bursting rod. He inched into 
her with force, sending the last fraction of his long thickness burrowing 
into her belly, raising a fresh blissful groan from her lovely lips, making 
her open her eyes to look up at him with a wild, desireful, glazed 
expression. 

"Oh ... Daddy ... Daddy! It's ... it's wonderful ... beautifullll!" She 
gasped as he handled her buttocks, raising them off the bed, lifting his own 
body slightly for better leverage, squirming into her with exerted strength 
of hips and thighs. 

"Ahhhh ... yes, yes, yes...!" she whimpered. 

His loins began to move in and out with authority at her pelvis, his heavy 
cock pistoning in with strong, rhythmic thrusts. His own breathing came in 
short bursts, and the sight of her magnificent breasts, swaying over 
sideways toward the bed on either side of her, with her still erect nipples, 
made him give an involuntary extra plunge which moved her up the bed 
slightly and made her arch her neck with the sudden sensation. 

Steve watched her face, drawing different expressions of never-before 
passion from it as he moved his hands over her ... his own sweet, delicious 
baby. God, how he loved her! He'd willingly give his life for her ... but 
she had to know all of it ... he'd gone this far ... He moved his fingertips 
gently into the little sensitive area of smooth, crinkle-edged pink flesh 
that was her tiny anus, felt it tightly resist his moistening caresses, then 
give way as he pressed persistently, his finger sliding slowly up into the 
soft rubbery depths while little gasps broke from her lips in a surprised 
stream of agonized delight. 

"Oooohhhh ... Daddy, Daddy ... agghhhh ... yes, yes...!" she gurgled at the 
unexpected, undreamed of intrusion into the warm, rubbery channel of her 
asshole. "D-Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't ever stop ... Daddy ... sweet 
Lord!" 

Elaine was certain of her intoxication now as she watched in mounting 
licentious delight the magnificent fucking her wonderful Steve was giving 
their equally wonderful daughter. Her head swam from the abundance of wine 
she had drunk and like her husband, she was convinced that it had been 
somehow doctored ... but that was of trivial importance at that very moment. 
Nothing mattered but the delicious throbbing of her cunt, partially caused 
by the lewd, incestuous spectacle before her, and the strong young cock of 
her son so hungrily fucking into her from behind. She could hear her 
handsome Donnie gasp behind her as she concentrated her inner cuntal muscles 
and he felt her warm, wet flesh jerk tighter around his loving cock. She 
moved forward slightly, bringing her face within scant inches of her 
daughter's wildly quivering buttocks. She wanted to see it all, every tiny 
thing that happened, and Donnie, behind her, shuffled forward on his knees 
between her now damp thighs, so as not to lose the maddening contact. 

Dear God! Steve had his finger right up into Ann's tight little asshole, and 
she was skewering her luscious white buttocks back onto it as she whimpered 
and moaned in her enchantment. Elaine watched mesmerized, her dazed powers 
of reasoning attempting to justify the salacious act as part of her 
daughter's necessary, circumstantial education, while her excited, 
lust-dimmed eyes watched the moist dual ravishment of cock and finger, wet 
their full lengths from Ann's sweet, vaginal secretions, fucking into her. 
She could see the ragged pink edges of her lovely little cunt drawing back 
with her husband's prick on the outstroke and disappearing back inside as he 
rammed it home again deep in her tummy; and the same was true with the tight 
clasping opening of her wide-stretched rectum as he now inserted a second 
finger and was plunging into her snug, velvety channel with demonic fury ... 
Dear God ... she just couldn't stand the salacious, provocative sight any 
longer ... and as her Donnie's rigid shaft pounded into her, the wild 
pressure began to rapidly build ... she was going to cum! 

"Oh ... ooohhh damn ... fuck me baby! Fuck hard sweetheart! Ram it to me!" 
she began to chant coarsely back at her son whose eyes grew suddenly wide in 
surprise at his mother's abrupt personality change. 

Holy crap! Donnie tried to think as he gaped at the lascivious spectacle of 
his mother's round white ass thrust back at him in wanton gyrations, her 
grasping cunt seeming to draw at his very bowels. He had never heard such a 
guttural voice come out of her, let alone the use of dirty words ... it was 
almost as if she'd changed into another person ... but he couldn't think 
very well right at the moment ... because he was going to cum ... yeah ... 
cum! And he guessed that Mom was going to cum too! Holy crap, that was going 
to be something ... cumming right there inside her stomach like that...! 

Steve never heard his wife nor his son's cries of release; his own loins 
were aflame, consumed with a fierce burning which swept through him in gusts 
of heat from the depths of his bloated balls. He gasped and quivered as he 
fucked, reveling in her delightful young flesh ... the flesh of his own 
flesh in the beautiful young girl beneath him. 

He slipped his fingers gently from her asshole and ran his hands down her 
thighs to feel his driving cock plunging in and out, to feel the clinging 
lips of pink flesh clasping it tightly, wet with the moisture overflowing 
stickily down her soft luscious thighs. 

Then her small hands came down to clutch at his tensing buttocks as he 
thrust his loins resoundingly against the receptive, tender flesh of her 
widespread crotch. 

"Oh ... oh ... oh ... Daddy, darling ... hard ... harder, Daddy ... harder!" 
she begged, gasping as if she were about to choke. She was nearing her 
climax ... her first intercourse climax, and her body had become something 
possessed, like her mother, hardly human as she twisted and contorted, 
spreading her legs wide apart and then pulling them up to her shoulders, 
bending them at the knees, urging him on. 

Her writhing young body was like fire beneath him. Her head moved wildly 
from side to side, that full lower lip thrust out still further, her 
delicious mouth open in abandon. She swung her soft thighs up and clasped 
his waist in a scissors grip with her calves, winding her legs right around 
his body, tightened her grip on him, waving her ass from side to side, 
spiraling her excited cunt down at his searching, hotly expanded cock. 

"Oh, sweet Lord, Daddy ... it's happening! I'm cumming! Fuck me hard! Fuck 
my hot cunt, Daddy darling! Ohh fuck me, I'm cumminnngg!" she gasped 
suddenly with a sharp, shrill, intense passion. 

She grabbed his face as her moment overwhelmed her, biting his mouth at the 
same time, her body from breasts to thighs arched convulsively into his and 
holding there furiously, while her orgasmic fluid escaped around his still 
hard probing prick and ran down her smooth thighs, flooding his aching balls 
as they brushed against her vaginal lips. 

The intensity of her reaction was like a spur to his own potential climax. 
He dug deeply into her, the meaning of the word gentleness suddenly escaping 
his lust-filled, wine-drugged brain. He forced her legs up almost to her 
neck, doubling her over, screwing into her like a human piledriver, crashing 
up to her young, tender cervix with his pulsating, near bursting cock. She 
continued to gasp and pant with little fluttering movements of her belly and 
thighs. She was still highly excited, he reasoned, and gave herself to his 
directions however he wanted her to move, with a wild, eager passion. 

"Darling, Daddy," she murmured passionately. "Ohhh, it's so good ... so 
good. Fill me now with your cum. Fuck me hard, Daddy! Let me have it all the 
way...!" 

Her words were like a devil's fork jabbing him, filling him with sharp, 
ecstatic pains in the regions of his loins, so that his cock grew and grew 
until he could hardly stand it, and the breath was choking with difficulty 
through his open lips, and his hand clasped and dug at her buttocks 
convulsively. 

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy don't ever stop!" she gasped. "Yes ... like that ... 
Oooohhh ... aahhhh!" She whimpered loudly as he thrust savagely high and 
hard, searing up through her tight passage, resting at the apex of his 
thrust and jogging there for a second before withdrawing a little for 
another plunge ... another and another... 

He was on the verge of the breakthrough! It was nearly unbearable! He had to 
cum or explode! He gasped, groaned, felt the bursting ... heard her moan 
ecstatically, then hold him tightly around the shoulders. Suddenly, with a 
long, body-wracking groan that went on and on, reverberating around the 
room, he shattered into his precious baby, shooting his hot, white sperm, 
high up into her open, receptive channel, toward her womb... 

It was an exhausted and naked family of Trents that collapsed and slept in 
loving entanglement on the bed for the remainder of the afternoon ... until 
a familiar voice awakened them. 

"I trust my beautiful people that you've all enjoyed your well-deserved 
nap," Eulin Everetts' voice reached them from an intercom speaker in the 
wall that Steve quickly located. A lewd snicker followed. "So, you should be 
well refreshed for the beautiful events to come, eh?" 

They had all sat up in the bed and were staring at the speaker. No one 
spoke. Then, Everetts said: 

"If you'll look outside your door in the hallway you will find four garments 
... one for each of you. You will slip these on ... nothing more ... and 
I'll expect to see each one of you in the Fun Room at precisely five 
o'clock. You have thirty minutes, my dear Trents. Please be punctual." 

 Chapter 8 

It darkened early at Terncliff in mid-fall, especially on the dreary days, 
but Eulin Everetts had explained during cocktails and at dinner that they 
generated their own power and even in the most severe storms, there was 
never any worry of failure. The old house lighted into a surprising 
pleasantness, with the fireplace aglow in the Fun Room and the atmosphere 
seemed to assume an astonishing acceptance. Steve couldn't get over his own 
inner feelings of cordiality toward his host, the young Tates, and of 
course, his own wonderful family. 

At first, he'd been quite put out by the togas that Eulin expected them to 
wear, but shortly, he found himself pleased with their comfort, plus the 
fact that all were dressed alike, eliminating any ridiculous feeling. At the 
moment, he found himself struggling to contain a snicker that his precious 
Ann had instigated with her whisper into his ear concerning Eulin's toga 
undoubtedly being made by one Omar the tent-maker. 

They stood by the window looking down the great darkened distance at the 
crashing surf below as it pounded incessantly against the sheer, massive 
rocks. Steve had his arm around his baby girl's slender waist and the feel 
of her soft naked flesh beneath the single garment immediately stimulated 
him. She pressed her voluptuous young body against his hip and he heard her 
sharp little intake of breath. 

"D-Daddy ... what will I have to do?" she half-whispered to him. "I-I mean 
... will I have to do anything to him ... Mr. Everetts?" 

Steve felt his muscles tense and he bit at his lips tightly. "God," he said, 
"I don't know, Pet..." 

"If it were you ... it would be wonderful, Daddy," she said, looking up into 
his eyes, her own brimming with love for him. "Like this afternoon ... that 
was so beautiful ... I could do anything to you and love it ... but him..." 

"Y-You mustn't be afraid, Ann darling," he said, endeavoring to strengthen 
her. "It's what your mother wanted ... all of that money, and now we must 
cooperate ... stand together and cooperate." 

"Oh, I'm not afraid, Daddy," she replied quickly. "Honest, I'm not ... it's 
just that I'd rather do it with you..." 

"I know, Baby, I know," he said, hugging her to him and feeling her full, 
resilient young breast flattening softly against his arm as she deliberately 
pressed it tight to him. "Daddy loves you too, Baby, but I also have the 
feeling that Eulin has thought of everything including our natural 
repulsions." 

His daughter looked at him questioningly. "I don't understand, Daddy...?" 

He smiled down at her. He then cupped her erect, firm breast with one hand 
and gently began to massage the nipple through the sheer garment covering 
her. 

Immediately, Ann gasped aloud as tiny prurient sensations began to ripple 
excitedly through her loins and belly. 

"You see? That's what I mean, Darling," Steve half-whispered to his 
daughter. "I think that he's been feeding us some sort of aphrodisiac in 
everything we've drunk and eaten since we've been here ... and while under 
different circumstances I might be enraged, the abominable situation here 
makes the drug almost a blessing, which I further think is his basic idea. 
Eulin Everetts is not unaware of his ugly gargoylish self, Darling ... and 
he has tried to minimize our reactions to it through drugs." 

"D-Do you really think that he realizes how ... how utterly detestable he 
appears to others, Daddy?" she questioned, the little prickly tingles still 
alive inside her from his taunting of her nipple, while simultaneously, a 
sense of pity welled up inside her for their ugly host. 

"I'm certain of it, Pet ... but let's not say anymore ... he's just walked 
into the room," her father said, giving her one last squeeze. "Come on, 
we'll join Mom and Donnie ... and don't be afraid, Darling. Just remember, 
we all love each other very much, and once this is over with, we'll not only 
have each other, but twenty-five thousand dollars to enjoy the rest of our 
lives with." 

"Yes, Daddy," Ann said, smiling affectionately into his face as she squeezed 
his hand that had encircled her waist. "I promise, I'll do my part." 

Elaine Trent was completely certain now that Eulin Everetts had been 
drugging them with some sort of aphrodisiac. She had only to lay her hand on 
Donnie, or merely remember the size and conformity of Bodie's flaccid member 
in his black, silk pants to set the still churning stimulation in her loins 
into a desire filled whirlpool of lust ... and she was pleased. Dear God, it 
was going to make it so much easier, especially for the children ... and for 
twenty-five thousand dollars cash, right at the moment, she would suck Satan 
himself. Dear Christ, whatever it was he had been slipping into their food 
and drink, she hoped they would somehow find out. Its sensual pleasures 
could prove unlimited, once they were back home again... 

"So," Eulin Everetts spoke out as he dropped onto a wide, soft couch that 
had been set in the place of his chair. He leaned back and smiled at his 
guests. "My beautiful people ... it's time for fuck and suck ... cocks and 
cunts ... the older ones ... especially, the younger ones..." 

Steve had brought Ann to the davenport where Elaine and Donnie sat. Slowly, 
they eased down beside them. Evie and Bodie stood across the room in front 
of the fireplace waiting, their faces caught in twisted, half-smiles, their 
eyes sparkling licentiously as they waited. Elaine unconsciously reached out 
to cover her husband's hand while Ann did the same, the lewd, vile words the 
ugly man had mouthed tripping unbelievable little sensations of salacious 
excitement to ripple through all of them. 

Eulin Everetts laughed almost evilly. "That excites your cocks and your 
cunts, doesn't it, my beautiful Trents? The mere sound of those lascivious 
words makes your pricks jump and your cunts quiver with desire." Once more 
he chuckled. "But do you know why? Well ... I'll tell you. Thornapple ... 
out of the Middle Ages ... a Solanaceae drug with my additive ... a drug of 
the witches, and commonly used by the master ... the Marquis de Sade. 
Tonight, my pets, you are going to know the ecstasies of the delicious 
manias such a potion can produce ... and nothing on this earth could 
possibly deter you now. In essence, my exquisite Trents ... you are all, at 
this moment, filled with carnal evil, just as were the three preceding 
families I selected ... all disciples of Satan and slaves of his veneral 
drug. Thornapple, my delightful guests ... bear the name strongly in mind, 
for you'll search the world over for it in your desirous need, and spend 
your newly gotten fortune buying it ... which, inevitably, will bring you 
back to me time and again..." 

Fiendishly, he laughed, the almost hideous sound ricocheting around the 
room; yet, Donnie hardly paid him any note. 

Holy crap! His prick was as hard as the handlebar on his mini-bike. It 
itched and tingled something fierce, and he couldn't take his eyes off Evie 
who was making little motions with her pink tongue, as if she were licking 
its head. Cripes, he'd never felt like this in his life. He reached beneath 
the thing Mr. Everetts had given him to wear and clasped his hand around his 
throbbing prick. Man, that felt good. He wished to hell he had it right up 
into his Mom's cunt like he had it this afternoon. Crap almighty, that had 
been something all right, fucking his Mom while he watched his Dad fuck hell 
out of Ann, with his fingers right up her ass, too. He intended to get more 
than his fingers up Ann's ass when they got home ... he was going to fuck 
hell out of her there... 

"Everyone will remove their togas," Eulin Everetts ordered, while 
simultaneously he began to press buttons on the table beside him, and as the 
lights dimmed and the bookcases slowly swung about in the wall to form a 
movie screen, an immediate picture flashed upon it, while sound filled the 
room. "You'll no longer want them ... any of you, but I'll let you decide." 

Steve recognized the Prescotts immediately. Oran Prescott, the last company 
president with his charming young wife, Tracy, and fifteen year old twins, 
Chuck and Larry. He gasped aloud as he saw them all in their complete 
nakedness, dancing and cavorting around what looked like the very room they 
were in. It was unbelievable, for individually it showed each one of the 
family sucking Eulin Everetts, and then Bodie fucking Tracy Prescott, while 
one of the twins mounted Evie from behind and she sucked the other 
simultaneously. But the climax came in untold footage of Tracy Prescott 
sucking her husband's massive cock, while her two sons dually fucked her in 
the cunt and rectum, and Eulin Everetts sodomized his company president in 
evil, ruttish debauchery. 

When the lights came on once more, the Trents bore the completely warped 
expression of sexual deviates. Eulin Everetts laughed in lewd delight. 

"Well," he hissed. "Are you ready yet? My beautiful Trents ... take off your 
togas ... and you, precious little Ann ... come over here with me..." 

* * * 

Ann was alive with erotic excitement racing wildly through the regions of 
her loins and belly from the orgiastic film she had just witnessed with 
glowing, lust-filled eyes. Like the others in the room, at the mere 
suggestion, she had quickly shed her toga and was immediately enraptured by 
the sensual nakedness surrounding her and the carnal sight of the splendid 
swollen male cocks jutting forth wickedly with lewd promise. 

Oddly enough, the revulsion she had felt for her father's employer had 
somehow diminished to hardly a memory; only a certain sense of pity that she 
didn't quite understand, remained, and that nearly lost completely in her 
dazed, prurient state. Her soft, white thighs trembled hotly and she smiled 
over at the huge man sprawled on his couch who had summoned her to him. He 
was yet to remove his single garment. She moved toward him, the air brushing 
coolly against her nakedness, and she traced her hands from her satiny 
thighs up over the smoothness of her round little tummy, upward to cup the 
undersides of her firm, thrusting breasts subconsciously, their tiny pink 
nipples distended to a near aching hardness. 

Something moving toward her from the left distracted her and she paused to 
look. It was Bodie, she thought, but faces hardly meant anything at the 
moment, only the thick, long rod of delicious flesh spearing the air before 
him. His hand clutched it and her eyes locked fixedly upon the rock-hard 
shaft and the heavy testicle sac swaying at its base beneath. 

"No, Bodie!" Eulin Everetts snapped. "Find someplace else to shove that ugly 
looking prick until I tell you different, or damn you, I'll cut it off and 
hand it to you!" 

The boy hesitated, pausing with reluctance at the big man's command, while 
his eyes hungrily followed the voluptuous young girl's enticing body, as 
once more she walked toward the couch. He might even have become angry with 
his benefactor had it not been for the cool hand of Elaine Trent wrapping 
her long fingers around his violently hard cock. He gasped lightly at her 
touch and jerked his head to see her beside him, then felt her other hand 
smoothing over his taut, lean buttocks, her full, resilient breast pressed 
against the muscle of his arm as she held tightly to his prick and began to 
stroke it tauntingly. 

Shit, he thought, she was the mother ... pretty, pretty mother, and he 
wanted to fuck her, too. Hell, yes ... he wanted to fuck all of them ... 
every single one...! He reached down and stuck his finger between the moist 
lips of her cunt and she gasped aloud, a wanton shudder rippling noticeably 
over her sleek body ... then, he pushed her down to the floor and crawled 
between her immediately wide-spread, uplifted legs... 

"Sit down here beside me, my dear," Eulin Everetts said, his wormlike lips 
stretched into a barely detectable smile. 

Ann obeyed, quite unafraid, even as she watched his pudgy hand move up the 
smooth, silken flesh of her arm, and finally over to cup one of her lush 
young breasts exploringly. He rested on his side, layers of pillows beneath 
his nubbinlike head, and he had drawn her down to a sitting position with 
her back against the rolling, flabby bulk of his middle, his one hand 
caressing the peaked globe of her breast while the other smoothed over the 
velvety skin of her dimpled back, down to the spread hillocks of her rounded 
supple buttocks from where she sat upon them. The gentle movement of his 
hand over her palpitating breast was nearly choking Ann with desire that she 
couldn't understand ... not that she wanted to fathom the meaning of the 
impelling, carnal delights churning inside her, but only to satisfy them, 
for with each movement of his hands they continued to mount until she was 
certain in her drug-dazed mind that she would go mad. 

Eulin Everetts had never seen, let alone touched, such an exquisite morsel 
of undefiled ... no, near-undefiled ... young feminine beauty in his life. 
She left him breathless. She was even more enchanting than he had hoped she 
might be, and presently, she was completely at his mercy, as were all of the 
others in that room; and that exciting thought delighted him to no end. He 
owned them all, body and soul; they were his to do with as he pleased. He 
grinned with lecherous elation to himself, feeling his small member jerking 
to hardness as he massaged and squeezed her ripe, firm breast, purposely 
pinching the tiny nipple sadistically and raising a choked whimper of 
confused pleasure-pain from her. 

Yet, Ann managed to turn her head and smile at him while she held his fat, 
kneading hand tight to her breast, and her long blonde hair tickled at his 
wrist like falling rain. Christ, he thought, she had been a magnificent 
little abandon-filled slut beneath the huge cock of her father only hours 
before ... and he had recorded all of it on film. What hours of sensual 
exhilaration that priceless episode was going to bring him on rainy evenings 
... with his Evie sucking him ... or perhaps with Bodie licking his balls 
... whatever, it would be vilely delightful. But tonight, yes, tonight, he 
would fulfill his most evil, perverted desire, he decided suddenly, the very 
despicable, de Sade-like obscenity he had been contemplating for months ... 
perhaps, even years. He wasn't certain... 

From the beginning, ever since the first scenes of the Prescott film had 
flashed on the makeshift screen before them, Steve Trent had tried to regain 
control of his senses. Realization of the deplorable, obscene horrors he had 
unwittingly subjected his beloved family to, had struck him with a force of 
a brain-shattering blow; yet, in his drugged state of mind, try as he did, 
he couldn't overcome the depraved lust that Everetts' potion had incited 
within him. His cock was like a petrified length of elephant trunk, 
throbbing painfully in its need, and as he watched his baby girl in all of 
her luscious, naked splendor, across the room on the couch of his obese 
employer, his better judgment brought him foggily to his feet ... but then, 
she was quickly forgotten when he trained his eyes on Elaine folding herself 
to the floor and raising her beautiful legs high and wide to receive the 
demented Bodie between them. He gaped in mind-spinning awe as the muscular 
boy nosed the head of his inflamed, foreskin-peeled cock into the receptive 
mouth of her pink-flowered vagina, then rammed hard, racing the ugly-looking 
cudgel up her cunt with such force that she lurched several inches along the 
carpet, even as she grunted aloud in salacious bliss. 

He could hardly keep his feet, his brain whirled with such velocity; yet he 
knew that somehow he had to seize control of the situation ... but then, his 
eyes fell lustily on Evie's widespread, lasciviously moving buttocks... 

Holy crap, Donnie thought, this must be what they call getting drunk. If it 
was, he decided, it was all right. Man, how his pecker ached ... and there 
was old Ann going over to Mr. Everetts' couch ... and Mom holding on to 
Bodie's prick! Cripes, it was as hard as an ax-handle ... and just as long. 
But he didn't care about them because Evie was coming toward him, still 
licking at her lips, her eyes glued on his cock. He tried to thrust it up in 
the air further, stretching out his legs from the davenport where he sat, so 
she could see that he wanted her to suck it. Wow, she had beautiful tits ... 
and her cunt didn't have a hair on it ... just like Ann's used to be with 
the whole split naked ... and she was coming right at him ... smiling ... 
pretty-like, but dumb, too ... and dropping onto her knees, then lowering 
her head as she took his rigid, aching penis in her hand ... her long, long 
hair tickling his belly, loins and thighs ... then ... Oh shit! She'd sucked 
the whole godamned thing right up into her mouth and throat, and her tongue 
was licking and swirling around it like crazy! Holy crap! She was going to 
draw it right out of his crotch! 

Of them all, there was no cock like a young boy's Evie thought excitedly, 
clasping her lips tightly behind the coronal rim of Donnie's shaft, and 
drawing the foreskin as far down as she could with her hand while her tongue 
played skillfully over the smooth, rubbery head. This one reminded her of 
Bodie's when he was young, longer than most, and thicker. Of course, it 
couldn't squirt as much when he would cum, but it was sweeter tasting ... 
and then there was his soft smooth balls to cup in her hand and milk while 
with her other hand, she could gently slither a finger up his tight young 
asshole. And this, she did, to Donnie's dazed delight. 

Steve momentarily lost his balance and staggered backwards as his eyes 
feasted on Evie's provocatively gyrating buttocks. His massive rod lurched 
painfully, even as he struggled to regain his power of wits, knowing in the 
back of his drug-enshrouded mind that unless he dragged his loved-ones from 
this horrible debauchery, they were all lost forever ... Yet, he couldn't 
fight the salacious drive that was overcoming him. Evie's delicious ass, 
thrust high in the air before him as she voraciously sucked Donnie, was like 
a libidinous magnet to his blood-engorged prick. He dropped to his knees and 
wedged his way between her extended calves. 

When she felt him, Evie knew what was coming and a wondrous ripple of carnal 
pleasure charged through her. Without ever losing a sucking stroke on 
Donnie's pulsating stalk, she reached back both hands, spread her thighs, 
then pulled her ass-cheeks apart with her hands, opening all of the enticing 
panorama of her beautiful loins to him. 

Steve gasped aloud. The responsible thinking activities of his brain went 
dead. He visualized, and mentally recorded, only the full and complete 
spectrum of her open, hairless cunt and asshole, the latter like the mouth 
of a gaping fish. His loins screamed for release. Her cunt-lips, those 
delightful little sacks of naked loveliness, quivered before him. Her 
perfectly rounded and beautiful bottom undulated as she still drew apart the 
full-moons of her ass-cheeks, and he saw the glistening droplets of moisture 
in the coral-hued, sensitive flesh of her open slit. He couldn't stand it 
any longer. The knob of his cock was like a lighted torch when he wrapped a 
hand around the shaft and leveled it just inside the nibbling lips. He heard 
her groan, then he brutally caught hold of her hips and drove its full 
length solidly up into the throbbing moist sleeve of her cuntal passage. She 
felt the huge bulge of his cock-tip slip between the waiting lips of her 
pussy ... then, the soaring charge as its heavy shaft burst into her channel 
and belly with ferocious delight, crashing soundly against her cervix, 
bringing the needed pain-pleasure she must have. She blurted aloud around 
the boy's splendid prick in her mouth, quickly drawing it all back into her 
there until her lips were tickled by his few pubic hairs, and her tonsils 
taunted by his rod's excited cock-head; simultaneously she brought her hands 
back around to milk his young balls and again slip her long, slim finger 
gently up into his asshole. 

Ann's dazed brain swooned in fervent need. Her whole being was alive with 
tiny tongues of lascivious flame as she watched the performances in the room 
before her; faces and names as well as their relative importance to her 
hardly registered; the salacious sight of a huge cock plunging with solid, 
pelvic, sounds into the receptive, moist, pink, crotch-chasm did, however 
... making her own little slit quiver with new found, voracious want. 

Dear and sweet Lord, she thought stuporly, it had to be Mommy ... with her 
legs way up in the air like that ... that thing hammering beautifully into 
her ... way up inside ... punching gently at her inner-self ... oh, sweet 
Lord ... and there was Donnie with his beautiful cock being sucked by ... by 
... what was her name? Oh ... oh ... and she had to just sit there ... 
watching Daddy shove his wonderful thing right up into what's-her-name's 
lovely, hairless pussy ... just sit there with Mr. Everetts' hand on her 
breast ... squeezing and pulling at it ... Oh! belly ... gently smoothing in 
little circles over her belly ... yes ... yes ... yes! 

"Oh God, Mr. Everetts ... do something!" she heard herself exclaim. 

The huge man could never have anticipated such unexpected delights. His 
small cock jerked and quivered between the rolls of fat that hid it. He 
said. "What would you have me do, my little flower?" 

"I-I don't care, but something," Ann answered, hardly aware that she had. 
"My God, I can't stand it ... I'm all afire!" 

Eulin Everetts chuckled in warm pleasure. "Does your little cunt itch?" he 
taunted. 

"Yes ... yes!" 

"And you'd like something exciting to happen to it, eh?" 

"Oh ... oh, please ... please?" 

Again, he chuckled. His pleasure was growing beyond belief. He said: "You 
poor darling ... and look at your mama. She's getting fucked by Bodie to 
perfection, isn't she?" 

"Yes ... yes, she is! Look at them!" 

"No ... No, my dear. Look at your brother, Donnie. Did you ever see anyone 
getting sucked like that? Or your dear father ... fucking into Evie from 
behind while she sucks your brother. Look at them! Isn't it beautiful?" 

"Yes ... oh, yes, it's beautiful..." 

"Spread your thighs, my sweet. Spread them way apart," Eulin ordered, moving 
his pudgy hand between their creamy fullness, taunting the sparse 
hair-covered mound of her pubic area and intentionally dallying his 
fingertips along the edges of her immediately, wide-spread cuntal slit. 
"Let's play a little while ... but rest assured, my precious, you will get 
the most in the end, eh?" 

Ann spread her thighs wide-open to the traipsing fingers, hardly realizing 
what she was doing, her reactions little more than a response to her 
physical state from the drug that engulfed her, her entire conscious being 
overwhelmed by the sexual aura controlling her. Then ... then ... his finger 
went right up into her and she gasped aloud. 

Ooooh God, she was ecstatic! His finger was right up inside her cunt! She 
felt it titillating her urethra, then slipping as deep up into her as it 
could, while she squirmed in ungovernable wicked delight upon it. 

"You like that?" he whispered. 

"Oh yes, yes!" she exclaimed, her young full buttocks writhing lewdly. 

"Would you suck my cock?" 

"Yes, yes ... anything ... only don't stop." 

Eulin Everetts laughed. She was such a lovely little bitch ... but he didn't 
want her to suck him. It was all, in its entirety, such a fulfilling 
delight. He said: 

"Climb up here over me, my pet. Put your delectable little sweet cunt right 
over my mouth ... because I'm going to suck it ... and lick it ... and love 
it." 

Ann was elated. In her dazed mind she felt like a little girl playing 
school, a little girl who just had been escalated a grade. Her tight young 
pussy trembled with excitement as she climbed up over the huge man who 
rolled to his back, spreading her bended legs that great distance to get 
over him as she sat her luscious buttocks onto his chest and smiled down at 
him. 

Once more, it was better than he had dreamed, Eulin thought, as he gaped 
upward at her magnificent thrusting breasts above him. He ran his hands up 
to her voluptuous buttocks and she raised to her knees, moving her tender, 
moist cunt forward. 

"Bring it down to me," he said. "Bring it down and hold it right above my 
mouth, do you hear?" 

"Yes, yes!" Ann replied excitedly, and she did. 

Eulin could no longer laugh, or pass this voluptuous young creature off. Her 
exciting womanhood between those wide-spread intoxicating columns of 
milky-white thighs was absolutely mesmerizing. Her delectable tight cunt 
flowered in open, glistening pink with exotically golden fringed ruby lips 
of unbelievable rapture. Two tiny coral petals of enshrouding beauty hugged 
at the shrine of her clitoris, even as dew-drops of viscid pleasure dampened 
the still-snug mouth of her vagina. His prick protruded between the rolls of 
flesh containing it and he laved his tongue deeply up into her vaginal 
entrance to pick up those delicious drops of youthful pussy nectar. She 
whimpered and he splayed his tongue wildly, even as she grasped his slovenly 
cheeks and ground her tender cunt down against his mouth. She felt his 
lingual member curl wetly up into her craving, snug channel and she began to 
gasp in panting half-sobs to the frenzied sensations he was generating in 
her loins and tummy. Sweet Lord, she had to have more ... something to bring 
her release from the mounting pressure ever building inside her! Oh ... oh 
... oh God! It was too much ... too much! 

And then, he stopped! 

"Oh no ... no! Please, don't stop?" she begged, trying to grind her 
tormented young cunt down against his mouth frantically, but with surprising 
strength, the obese man lifted her off him, setting her on the couch beside 
him. 

He raised up and barked: "Enough! All of you animals, stop! Bodie! Evie! Do 
you hear me? Stop!" 

Neither Steve nor Elaine Trent paid the slightest attention to their host's 
command; in their carnally peaked, drugged minds there was nothing else on 
the face of the earth but the oestral drive raging through their inflamed 
bodies; but it was not the same with their retarded, rutting partners. While 
both the husband and wife struggled and clung savagely to the muscular young 
man and the voluptuous girl, they were no match physically for the undrugged 
brother and sister, and could do little but whimper after them as they 
shoved the Trents away and got to their feet, per Eulin Everetts' order. 

"I was going to cum!" Donnie choked, clutching and jerking at his swollen 
rod furiously. "I was! I was!" 

"Come here, boy," Eulin ordered. "Bring it over here and we'll take care of 
that for you. Hurry now." Then, to Steve and Bodie: "You, too, both of you. 
Over here on the floor. Evie, you take care of the lovely mother before she 
loses her mind." He sniggered evilly. "Show her some of your more salacious 
talents. Get the dildos from the cabinet, one for each of you ... and hurry, 
damn you!" 

It was an unbelievably debauched orgy that raged on in the Fun Room at 
Terncliff while the angry sea roared below and the fire burned to dimness in 
the great hearth, and all to the depraved instructions of Eulin Everetts. 

Elaine Trent had long since lost her last measure of control as she lay upon 
her back with Evie's beautiful buttocks spread wide above her face so that 
she could lick and suck the young girl's pink hairless cunt, while 
simultaneously, she plunged the thick, lengthy dildo deep into her obscenely 
stretched rectum, and Evie, with her mouth glued to Elaine's throbbing 
vaginal split, did the same. 

Dear God! It was absolute enchanting bliss, Elaine reasoned vaguely, as the 
heavy flesh-like, simulated prick thundered into her back passage to the 
depths of her bowels, while Evie sucked and bit at her clitoris vigorously, 
and she, in turn, endeavored to show her loving appreciation by delighting 
the weak-minded girl in like fashion. 

Eulin Everetts tossed two pillows onto the floor, then, and ordered Bodie 
Tate to lay down with his rump on top of them. The young man quickly 
responded, the pillows causing his lean, muscular body to arch upward and 
his long, rock-hard shaft to spear the air obscenely. It was like an 
abductive idol to Ann's desire-filled brain and her lovely eyes gaped at it 
longingly, watching as he spread his thighs open and his heavy, hair-covered 
balls hung proudly between them. 

"Isn't it a beauty, my pet?" the huge man taunted her. 

"Y-Yes ... oh yes..." 

"Wouldn't you like that shoved right up into your hot little pussy, eh?" 

"Oh ... oh God ... can I? Can I...?" Ann whispered, struggling to her feet. 

Eulin chuckled lewdly. "Of course, you can, my sweet. Just get right over it 
and slip it up into your itching hole. Go ahead ... it's all right ... 
that's what it's there for..." 

Ann didn't need any further invitation. She knelt with knees on either side 
of his ribs and immediately his hands smoothed up her inner thighs to her 
throbbing, tight cunt-lips, spreading the puffy, down-sprinkled flanges open 
to expose its moist pinkness to his lustful gaze. Immediately, his 
fingertips began to work furiously on her tiny, erect clitoris, bringing it 
to a more and more pronounced state until, abruptly, she leaned up on her 
knees, grabbed his cock and tried to stuff it into the small hole of her 
open slit. 

Uncontrollably, Ann whimpered and moaned while her father and brother 
watched in befogged, stimulated fascination, their own stone rigid pricks 
aching hotly in their unfulfilled need. 

"Get it in! Get it in!" the girl wailed, her heavy young breasts swaying and 
quivering as she squirmed her crotch above the blunt nob of his angry, 
towering prick, and the onlookers saw Bodie catch hold of her waist while 
she clung to his shaft, zeroing her vagina directly above the stalk with its 
fiery mushroom head; and then he pulled her down on it. 

Momentarily, the obvious resistance of the inflated, rubbery knob pressing 
with brutal force against the small elastic opening of her tight cunt, 
raised a chilling little shriek from deep in Ann's throat, but then it 
wedged in beyond the coronal rim, and she began to sink down onto it with a 
low, joyful moan and he slid it up into her like an unending greased pole. 

Flattening her knees out so that they pressed against his hips, she sank 
lower and lower on the shaft, moaning all the way as if he were killing her. 
Then she rose up on her knees so that his prick, moist from her vagina, came 
whitely into view. Up she rose, until the rim of the smooth, rubbery head 
was out of her, and then with a soul-tearing gasp she sank down again, 
flattening her crotch onto his, containing the whole of his cock inside her 
up to her cervix. 

Bodie pressed his legs together and jerked his hips rhythmically up as she 
descended so that their bodies crashed together at the sexual junction, 
bringing a regular pattern of gasps and groans from both their throats. 

"Now, boy, it's your turn," the huge fat-man ordered Donnie who was still 
grasping his pulsating cock, his mouth hanging open slackly as he watched 
Ann's luscious, wide-spread buttocks and Bodie's glistening rod of flesh 
disappearing right up inside her eager open crotch. "Get down there behind 
her and ram it right up that tiny little pink asshole. She'll love you for 
it, eh?" 

At the mere mention of the debased suggestion, Donnie was on his knees, his 
strong legs spread on either side of Bodie's just as were his sister's and 
shuffled forward toward the open cleft beween the white globes where Ann's 
tiny little puckered anus lay vulnerably exposed. 

She rode up and down Bodie's wonderful, pleasure-giving prick with her upper 
body bent forward until her breasts were squashed into his powerful chest, 
hardly aware of anything but the magnitude of her blissful coma. Then, she 
felt someone's fingers parting her buttocks and probing at the sensitive 
raised circle of her anus, just as Daddy had done that afternoon. Vaguely, 
she remembered its delights and wanted it; though its initial contact 
aroused unleashed passion in her straining body, further insistent probing 
began to hurt. Her young brow furrowed and she began to struggle against it, 
yet she was hesitant to move away lest she lose the wonderful sensation of 
the great cock inside her and she clenched her teeth to endure the thrusting 
finger worming its way deeper and deeper into the soft rubbery depths of her 
rectum. 

"Agghhhhh ... ooohhhh ... no ... nooooo!" She whimpered out behind her while 
Eulin Everetts smiled in lust-crazed glee. "Please ... please don't ... it 
hurts!" 

But the hand wouldn't stop and she felt thumbs on her buttocks spreading 
them even further. Then, another finger joined the first inside her ... and 
she came to a near-halt in her fucking movements while Bodie clutched 
savagely at her waist to keep her from squirming off him ... The hands 
continued to spread her, easing the cheeks of her soft, resilient buttocks 
further and further apart until it seemed she would split open back there. 
And then, as suddenly as they had entered, the fingers were removed and she 
felt the soothing bath of air across her bottom ... but only for a brief 
moment. Abruptly, a larger, smooth rubbery object pressed against her 
asshole ... another prick! 

She cried out and writhed violently, trying to get away from the intruding 
pressure without the filling warmth of Bodie beneath her, but whoever it was 
behind her kept pushing against her until she felt the tight elastic ring of 
her tightly clenched rectum pop slightly and encircle the head of the 
lustfully throbbing cock ... and then she felt it begin to saw its way 
relentlessly inside the yielding rubbery depths of her back passage... 

Dear God ... she could hardly think further ... the sudden pain was so 
overwhelming! Tears of agony welled up into her eyes and streamed down her 
cheeks as the cock in her rectum ventured deeper ... until she could feel 
the thickness of it begin to rub against Bodie's beneath her ... separated 
only slightly by the thin, fleshy membrane between her vagina and back 
channel. Dear God ... dear God! The pain was becoming weirdly pleasurable! 
She began to move backwards to meet the forward thrust of his loins. 

"Ahhh ... ooohhh ... yes ... yes! Do it ... both of you fuck me! Ooooh God, 
yes ... yes ... fuck me hard!" 

Steve could never have given reason to what drove him to his knees in front 
of the abandon-contorted face of his beloved daughter, his massive prick in 
his hand as he kneed forward until its tip grazed her young tender lips. At 
the moment, her eyes were closed, but at its touch she opened them to look 
upward into his face in glazed passion. At last, they seemed to recognize 
him and the trace of a loving smile crossed her face as she opened her lips 
and he slid the glans of the giant head wetly along the length of her small 
tongue, its tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it to fill the 
warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent, salty taste. 

Eulin Everetts' obscene elation was almost complete. His small piggish eyes 
drank in the vile, depraved spectacle of lust surrounding him. Evie and the 
lovely Mrs. Trent were like two wanton sluts as they lay with their faces 
buried in the other's hungrily nibbling cunts, while at the same time they 
wildly plunged the dildos up each other's anuses. Christ, that alone was a 
sight to delight the Marquis himself ... but the icing on the perverted 
dessert was the voluptuous young, blonde beauty going literally out of her 
mind from the erotic bliss of having three cocks fucking into her at once! 

He could hear her ecstatic moans of passion escaping around her father's 
disappearing shaft in her mouth, and he watched in salacious excitement the 
hollowing and bloating of her cheeks as the thick rod slipped in and out of 
her clasping lips, even as Bodie's huge prick spread upward into her so 
recently virginal cunt and her brother's strong young shaft raced vigorously 
into the rubbery depths of her hot young rectum. 

Hell, it was time! His own cock was up and violently ready! He pressed the 
button on the table beside him, and it was only moments before Mrs. Mudd 
entered. 

The witch-faced woman approached hesitantly, but nevertheless came to stand 
before him, looking neither right nor left, yet well aware of the depraved 
spectacle taking place around her. She had seen them many times before in 
her years with this monster, since the passing of Justin ... the man she 
loved ... the horrible, obscene orgies he forced her grand-daughter and son 
to participate in, along with the others ... entire families he had 
debauched and destroyed ... and she knew better than to disobey him lest he 
destroy her and those beautiful, idiot children of her daughter. 

True, both Evie and Bodie were little more than devices for his pleasure and 
human receptacles for his vile sperm, but even this was more humane than an 
asylum where they might be beaten or tortured as he, Eulin Everetts had 
pointed out to her, and it was a home for her as long as she lived. 

"Look at them, you old bitch," he snapped lewdly at her. "Aren't they all 
beautiful? Fucking and sucking each other to my command ... Do you envy 
them, sow? Can you remember how you used to suck my father's cock? Tell me, 
did he ever fuck you in the ass like that lovely child is getting it and 
from her own brother? Eh, did he?" 

"W-Why do you torment me like this?" the woman whimpered. "Haven't I always 
been good to you ... since the day your own mother died ...?" 

"Don't mention that wicked slut in my presence!" Eulin squealed at her. "You 
know better...!" 

"I-I'm sorry, Mister Eulin ... Honest, I'm sorry ..." 

"Filthy hag!" he screamed ... then, he leaned forward, his fat hidden eyes 
narrowing even more. "Strip, you old crone! Take those rags off you!" 

"Oh ... no, please no, Mister Eulin...?" she begged, her eyes widening with 
knowing fear. 

"Do as I say, goddamn you! Do it, or I'll order Bodie and Evie to use the 
dildos on you again, you hear me? Do it ... now!" 

Reluctantly, the withered little woman complied while the obese ogre watched 
in sensual delight ... watched the helpless creature bare her naked, dried 
up flesh before him as he chuckled in perverted glee. It was then that he 
tore off his own toga and lay back on the couch, spreading his massive legs 
and pulling up his stomach until the almost infantile phenomenon of his 
genitals popped into view like a short red candle. 

"Suck it, you bitch!" he ordered. "And hurry!" 

"Oh ... oh ... my God, Mister Eulin ... please! You ... you can't mean it!" 
she stammered, gaping at him in utter horror. "N-Not me...! You wouldn't 
make me do that..." 

"Godamned you! Do as I say, or so help me, Satan, I'll peel the skin off 
your withered ass inch by inch!" he shrieked. "Hurry, damn you! I want to 
know what it feels like to be sucked by a hag ... to shoot my load down your 
ugly, dried up throat!" His voice had raised to such an insane pitch that 
the shamed, terror stuck little woman was certain he had finally lost his 
mind. He had truly cracked ... but there was nothing she could do only obey 
... there was absolutely no one to help her ... nowhere to run ... At last, 
she had come to the lowest defilement he could conceive of to torture her 
and bring vile, sensual pleasure to himself... 

She moved toward him, crawling slowly onto the couch between his massive 
legs. 

Ann was hopelessly engulfed in sensual rapture. Wildly, she undulated her 
crotch and buttocks as she skewered herself down and back on the wonderful 
shafts fucking into her, squeezing with her cuntal muscles and tensing her 
buttocks to delight the impaling rods. Overjoyed with her Daddy's cock in 
her mouth, she sucked voraciously at it, her cheeks hollowing and bloating 
obscenely with his viscious thrusts. She had never dreamed that his 
wonderful prick would taste so delicious and she explored its every ridge 
and wrinkle. Her tongue licked insanely at the blood-filled head, the tip 
probing hotly into its tiny split. Sweet Lord, how she wanted it to shoot in 
her mouth ... to swallow his hot sticky cum and feel it dribbling down her 
throat ... to fill her belly with it, just as the others ramming into her 
would fill her cunt and asshole...! 

Dear God! Sweet Lord! 

Heaven was about to burst open! Her own climax was rising inside her and she 
sensed Bodie's rod jerk and expand, as was the wildly pummelng shaft in her 
ass! Oh ... Oh ... they were all going to cum together! How beautiful! And 
then, Bodie's began spewing its white hot load deep up into her clasping 
cunt, while the one thrust deep in her rectum began to ejaculate its jets of 
warm liquid into her bowels. The force of their dual orgasms sent hot, 
cascading sperm, splashing obscenely around inside her, foaming back out of 
her hair-lined cunt-lips and down the cleft of her ass to drench their 
pelvises and balls. One pair of balls jammed tightly against her exposed 
clitoris, caused her quivering body to jerk spasmodically forward, driving 
her father's cock into her madly sucking mouth to the hilt. Then, it too, 
erupted, gushing forth thick streams of the creamy, pungent liquid into her 
mouth and throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed 
hungrily to keep from choking on the great continual spurts emitting from 
it. She swallowed in obscene, thick gulps, fastening her lips like an 
elastic ring tightly around his jerking, squirting prick that she loved so 
much, fearful of losing even a tiny drop of his precious fluid. Small 
droplets seeped from the corners of her mouth as he fell back away from her, 
near collapsing, his shrinking penis slithering lifelessly from her still 
sucking mouth, thin sticky strings of the white viscid liquid stretching 
from her lips to his flaccid cock backing away. 

Almost insanely, she screwed her buttocks tightly onto the still squirting 
prick sunk deep in her rectum, and as Bodie's deflated cock fell limp in her 
vagina, she let out a whimpering wail from between clenched teeth and felt 
her body shudder violently as the great gush of pleasure rippled through her 
and her whimper became a scream of ecstatic enchantment ... a scream that 
filled the room almost simultaneously with that of her mother ... and then, 
with a third that rented the atmosphere of the despicable, Babylonic scene 
with shrieking, agonized horror, causing them to struggle in drug-dazed 
semi-consciousness to stare at the naked, ugly, obscene man who had leaped 
up off his couch and was clutching around the massiveness of his girth 
toward his crotch. 

Again, he cried out in torment as he stumbled blindly about, and they saw 
the blood squirting profusely from somewhere in his crotch, drenching his 
thighs as he staggered around the room, upsetting furniture and still 
clutching obscenely at himself. 

"Jesus God! The hag! The filthy hag!" he screamed. "She bit it off ! She bit 
my prick off...!" 

Steve Trent was first to tear the cobwebs from his brain and let in the 
light of reality, but he knew immediately there was no way that he could 
help the bull-like creature who was charging nowhere in maddening agony; and 
then he caught sight of the wizened Mrs. Mudd as she spat something from her 
mouth and he saw the blood covering her lips and running down her pointed, 
witchlike chin. She was cackling insanely, and as Steve recognized the 
almost child-sized bloodied penis she had spewed from her mouth to the 
floor, and then heard the splinter of glass, followed by Eulin Everetts' 
last horror-filled screams coming back at them as he fell toward the sheer 
rocks below, he turned toward his family, crowdingly inside his arms and 
held them, all three, to himself protectively. 

 Chapter 9 

Steve Trent smiled contentedly to himself as he watched the graceful figures 
of his wife and daughter move around their new playroom, lighting the 
decorative jack-o'-lanterns they had placed here and there. They hardly 
looked like the witches their costumes depicted them to be, he thought, 
anymore than he or his son resembled evil-looking devils. He sipped at his 
sherry and momentarily focused his attention on Donnie who was trying to 
establish atmosphere by playing eerie music and records with weird sounds. 
What a noble and stalwart boy he had been through the whole horrifying 
ordeal, Steve thought proudly ... all of them, for that matter, so brave, 
unselfish, and understanding of one another. God, if anything, their 
unbelievable nightmare had united them into a closer family unit, if that 
were possible, and although since Terncliff they had only had one little 
family love-in, as Ann had so cutely labeled it, there would be many, many 
more for all of them to look forward to. Truly, he was convinced, they had 
discovered the ultimate secret of kindred oneness, as opposed to the 
generation gap that besmeared the time. 

Again, he sipped at his sherry while he reclined leisurely in his favorite 
chair, watching the others occasionally drink from their own glasses as they 
went happily about their Hallowe'en fun. The costumes, the little private 
party with decorations and favors, all had been an annual ritual with them 
since the children were small, but this year there was an added underlying 
note of exciting anticipation dancing in all of their eyes, say nothing of 
the keen sensations mounting within himself as the evening progressed. Yes, 
he thought, they certainly had much to be thankful for. 

To begin with, there'd been no elaborate investigation at Terncliff; Eulin 
Everetts' death had been ruled accidental by local authorities, and although 
a certain portion of his anatomy was never found, it was the coroner's 
decision that it had somehow been sheared off in his fatal plunge to the 
jagged rocks below. They, the Trents, had been immediately dismissed, and 
while Mrs. Mudd returned to the Everetts' Parksburg mansion to look after 
young Greg Wilcox, who as heir to the family fortune and controlling 
stockholder of the Paper Mills would be assuming his place in the 
traditional residence, she had done the one necessary thing she'd dreaded 
and avoided for years ... she'd committed Evie and Bodie to institutions 
where they would get adequate and proper care. 

Privately though, Steve had been worried to no end concerning his future, 
and then young Wilcox had come to the house to let him know he was to stay 
on as President and that the young man's advisors, who were looking after 
his affairs until he was of age, were in complete accord. Naturally, there 
had been elation in the house that night, welcomed jubilance in lieu of the 
fact that Eulin Everetts had never placed his signature on the necessary 
document that would have transferred the promised twenty-five thousand 
dollars into their names... 

Elaine Trent could still hardly believe the changes that had taken place 
within herself since their carnal debauchery at Terncliff. That she would 
ever come to believe there was something more important to her than money, 
prestige and social position seemed impossible; yet, she had: the unrivaled 
love of her dear ones for her and each other; and she returned their ardent 
feelings with every measure of her being. Dear God, their affectionate 
rapport was almost beyond belief; each and every one of them overflowed with 
a near inconceivable passion for the other ... but of course, the thornapple 
they had confiscated from Terncliff helped bring out, as well as stimulate, 
their wonderful attachments. 

Lord, she thought, as she went about lighting the little candles in the 
jack-o'-lanterns, if only there was some way they could introduce their 
ardorous domestic relationship to the whole world ... surely, she felt 
certain, there could be no more wars nor strife on the face of the earth ... 
people would be too engrossed venerally with their own, just as she was 
right at that very moment as she let tiny prurient thoughts of anticipation 
race through her mind, and once more she sipped at her sherry... 

Man, Donnie was thinking, all he had to have was three or four swallows of 
their 'special' sherry and his rod popped right up to rigid attention. Not 
that he minded that, especially with what he was certain was going to come 
off before too long, but it was the lousy waiting around for the rest of the 
family to get with it that irked him. Holy crap, by the time Dad gave the 
signal for starts, his pecker'd be aching like a pulled muscle. But there 
wasn't very much he could do about it, only wait and occupy his mind until 
the old boy was ready to tee-off. He guessed if Ann and Mom could stand it, 
he could, too; he was just about the luckiest kid in the world, was all ... 
having a groovy family like he did. All he had to do was just stop and think 
about it a couple of minutes and he could just about blow his mind. Man, 
he'd bet there wasn't a guy he knew who had the time every day with either 
his Mom or Sister like he did, say nothing of a couple of neighbors across 
the street. But he sure would like to slip it into old Nadine, or maybe let 
her suck it a little; he'd been thinking a lot about that lately. He guessed 
he'd have to talk to Ann about it... 

Ann sensed the tongues of fire building in her loins and tummy as she sipped 
at her sherry. She looked at her father and smiled lovingly. God, it was 
going to be such a heavenly party tonight; she was just certain of it. If 
only she didn't have sweet Nadine to worry about. The poor darling, both she 
and her mother had been nearly out of their minds since the body of her 
father had been found shot, up at the old quarry. Of course, the police were 
working on it, but as yet they had absolutely nothing to go on, and even if 
they had, or when they found out who did it, that was never going to bring 
back Mr. Sheldon. Oh, it was all so horrible ... she just didn't want to 
think about it, and ruin her whole night ... not when she was going to have 
her own wonderful Daddy to play with. What would he do to her tonight, she 
wondered? Whatever, it was all so beautiful the way they shared their love 
among themselves that it didn't matter ... every approach, it seemed, was 
even better than the one before... 

The front doorbell gave her a start, followed by an inner letdown. She hoped 
their party wasn't going to be interrupted now by guests... 

"I'll go," her father said, getting to his feet. "Probably some more 
trick-or-treat imps." He smiled at her as he left the room toward the front 
entranceway. 

Oh my, Ann thought, he was so handsome. 

"I hope it's not company," Elaine Trent said, sipping at her sherry. "I 
can't think of anything more annoying right at the moment," she added, the 
trace of a licentious little smile playing around her pretty mouth as she 
gazed at her two offspring. 

"Maybe it's old Nadine," Donnie put in, his handsome young face brightening 
eagerly. "Now that wouldn't be so bad. Maybe, she'd like to join..." 

"Donnie, really!" Ann snapped in obvious disgust. "You know they've just 
found her father's..." 

"You have a caller, Ann," her father interrupted, ushering Greg Wilcox into 
the room. 

The broad, husky athlete was smiling warmly as he greeted all in turn. "Hey, 
what goes on with the costumes? Some kind of private party?" 

Ann felt her face flushing from anger. Of all the people she didn't want to 
see right at that moment, Greg Wilcox was foremost; but how she was going to 
get rid of her father's employer and her own very special boyfriend without 
offending him was quite beyond her. Actually, she hadn't expected to see him 
until their date for the Country Club Junior on Saturday, two days off ... 
Good grief, his presence was going to ruin their whole wonderful evening... 

"Well, how nice of you to drop by, Greg," Elaine Trent said, to Ann's 
surprise. "Won't you sit down? We were just enjoying a little sherry ... 
sort of a Halloween tradition with us ... as are the costumes. Perhaps, 
you'd like a tiny bit...?" 

Ann caught the quick exchange of eye transmission between her parents, and 
although taken aback at first, her second thoughts were not without 
additional prurient excitement. The suggestive expression in her mother's 
lovely eyes was easily readable to Ann, while her father was responding with 
his usual amiable smile. Wow! What a cool idea...! 

"A small glass won't hurt you, Greg," Steve Trent assured the handsome 
specimen. 

"Well ... I'm in training you know," Greg replied, nervously, dropping onto 
a davenport "But ... but I guess just a little won't matter will it?" 

"Of course it won't," Elaine said, smiling warmly down at him as she placed 
a long-stemmed glass in his big hand. 

"So, let's offer a toast to All Hallows Eve, night of the witches and the 
disciples of Satan," Steve proposed, raising his glass. 

The young man stared at his company president for a moment, then managed a 
smile to coincide with those of Trent's family as he raised the glass to his 
lips. 

"To rods and slits," Steve offered, again raising his glass. 

Again, Greg Wilcox responded, but this time with a slightly flushed face at 
the words he thought of as having a possible dual significance. 

Elaine filled their glasses once more. 

"I really shouldn't," Greg said, looking up into the lovely face of Ann's 
mother who seemed to be smiling almost seductively down at him, and he 
sensed an embarrassing stirring of his penis inside his shorts that he 
couldn't quite account for. Nevertheless, it was a stimulating sensation, he 
thought. 

"How about one to having a time?" Donnie put in, holding up his glass. 

"All right," said Steve, "as Donnie so aptly puts it, 'to having a time'." 

Once more, glasses were lifted to lips, Greg holding his there overly long 
as he looked toward Ann who was smiling deliciously at him. Momentarily, she 
blurred just the slightest in his vision, surprising him. Hell, he had drunk 
wine before, beer and bourbon, too, but the effects here were quicker than 
anything he'd ever taken ... even pot. He'd sensed a change sweeping over 
him within fifteen seconds after the first toast, and by the time he'd 
decided that the taste was pleasing, he felt unusually giddy, as if he might 
cross the room in one step. 

"Excellent vintage, eh?" Steven Trent said, eyeing him curiously, Greg 
thought. 

"Yes ... I guess," Greg managed. "Wh-what year is it?" he heard himself go 
on, feeling the effect creeping all over him, stronger with each passing 
second. He blinked his eyes and looked around at the others. They all seemed 
to be watching him, Donnie grinning, Ann with her lips slightly parted in an 
almost desire-filled smile, her eyes gleaming as were her mother's. Then, 
Mrs. Trent dropped her hand to her thigh and began to stroke it gently, 
almost narcissistically. 

"It's dateless," Steve Trent replied, answering his question. "But I like to 
think of it as a brew out of the dark-ages, from the witches' cauldron 
itself, wherein lies the love and peace so sought after upon this earth, my 
boy." 

"Y-You don't say," Greg stammered, feeling, his prick ramrodding its way to 
a solid erection ... not only at the sight of Mrs. Trent suggestively 
massaging her thigh, but Ann had suddenly laid her small, soft hand in his 
lap, not an inch away from the throbbing head of his lurching cock! 

"Yes, Greg, I'm quite serious. Your Uncle Eulin knew this, but managed to 
pervert the whole theory," Steven Trent went on. "Unfortunately he sought to 
outdo the masters, rather than live within the realm of bliss he had 
discovered and was entitled to. He challenged the Prince, Greg ... and lost. 
We ... we're of a more subordinate nature." 

"I-I suppose that's the proper way," Greg heard himself reply, hardly 
knowing what he was saying or talking about. Ann's hand was sliding toward 
the outline of his prick! 

Elaine held the decanter toward the boy and he, as if it were beyond his 
control, held up his glass in receptance. His company president smiled at 
him, and for some reason he felt completely the underling ... the servitor. 
All raised their glasses and he followed suit. He saw Steve Trent nod toward 
his luscious daughter. 

"Here's to fuck." Ann responded. 

"And delicious suck," added her mother. 

"To the time." said Donnie. 

"And magnificent ass fucking," the smiling father tail-ended it. 

Greg Wilcox felt their eyes upon him, their beautiful faces smiling, while 
he tried to reason within his swirling brain if he had imagined, or actually 
heard the toasts. It was beyond anything minutely imaginable ... these 
magnificent, breathtaking people ... this intoxicating family with the 
delicious daughter he had already flipped over, the eminent father who 
piloted his very own company ... Christ almighty! All inhibitions were 
passing from him ... it was unbelievably exhilarating. His prick was as hard 
as a fencepost, and Ann had just grasped it where it jerked inside his 
pants, with her soft white hand! 

Shit! 

"To my Greg," Ann toasted, staring meaningfully at him. 

They drained their glasses, then laughed, while Ann gave a little hand-clap 
of delight as she arose and danced around the room. Suddenly, Donnie went to 
the phonograph to add more weird music. Elaine Trent backed to a chair and 
seated herself, raising her knees up under her chin with her feet on the 
cushion, and even with the long black skirt of the witch's costume, Greg 
could see the entire undersides of her full, creamy-white thighs and her 
soft hair-covered cunt, for she wore nothing obviously beneath. She smiled 
at him as she traced the direction of his eyes concentrated upon the secret 
delight of her crotch. It didn't seem that he could pull his eyes away from 
the spectacular sight, yet even as he stared, he tried to listen to Steven 
Trent's words. 

"... In essence, Greg, it falls upon us not only to right the wrong of your 
wicked uncle, but to carry the torch of veneral freedom, as well as put down 
the warped, nauseous, incest hypocrisy, and bow to Lot, disciple of the 
Prince. It's not impossible that we can yet establish peace and love on this 
demented planet ... at least, we will work toward those ends..." 

Steve Trent paused for breath, while Greg listened, fascinated not only by 
his words, but by the significance of his spiel. He looked at Ann and her 
mother, glowing and alight with desire and quite suddenly, he began to 
understand what was in store for him, if he was reading all of the symptoms 
correctly; he didn't know whether to jump up and run from the house, or 
simply sit there and wait for someone to rape him. Good Christ! He'd never 
had a girl outside of Molly Spivak, Parksburg's Pubescent Pump, and the 
whore Coach Griffin had hired for the whole team last New Year's when they'd 
won the Interstate Football Championship. All he was certain of was that his 
prick throbbed in a need he had never before experienced, and Ann Trent was 
flitting around the room and smiling at him, her witch's costume twirling 
high to reveal her luscious, ivory thighs, while her mother displayed her 
enticing pussy to him shamelessly ... and Steve Trent went on talking. 

"... So ... are you ready to become one of us, Greg? A staunch member of our 
liberation movement...?" 

Christ! It was all utterly fantastic! His cock was leaping like a dolphin 
breaking water! He couldn't help but wonder if this man who represented his 
own industrial interest was aware of the bargain he was tossing at him? 
Damn, he'd give his potential fortune to get at Ann ... say nothing of her 
mother ... whose cunt-lips at that very moment were moist and quivering 
right before his eyes! 

"Well?" Donnie put in. "Why don't you answer Dad?" 

"What...? Yes ... yes, of course. Hell, yes, of course I will ... whatever 
you say, Mr. Tren ... Steve." 

"Good boy, Greg!" Steve Trent placed a strong hand on the young man's 
muscular shoulder. "All right, everyone," he said, looking at each member of 
his family individually. "We have a proselyte ... and it's love-in time ... 
shall we...?" 

They all leaped erect and began to shed their clothing. Greg watched, 
amazed. Elaine was stripped first, but only because she had gotten the jump. 
She had been wearing nothing beneath her costume. He gaped, his brain 
conjuring up scenes of himself fucking and sodomizing her, as he drank of 
the beauty that was her delectable, full, generous body ... then her smile, 
like a wide, flowering cunt, entrancing him. 

His mind suddenly became a whirlpool of lust. He stared in wonder toward Ann 
... his own delightful Ann ... who was as naked as the barest-assed infant 
he had ever seen, still twirling voluptuously before him. Shit, he was going 
to cum right in his pants! Her breathtaking young body was firmly curved 
with unbelievable full erect breasts like half-melons, and an enchanting 
rounded belly, with dimpled globes of buttocks that reminded him of bread 
dough. Her pubic hair was little more than the frothy down of a silky peach, 
her puffy mound with its tight pink slit jutting from between her lush white 
thighs whipping his breath away. 

"Come on!" invited the father, kicking off his trousers and standing naked, 
his iron-hard cock the length and thickness of an anchor-shaft before him. 
"Let's praise the Prince!" 

Greg could but stare, fascinated. But Steven Trent surprised him; he was 
muscular, more lean than he might have anticipated, not too hairy, while his 
prick continued to stick out like a flagpole on a courthouse. Then ... dear 
Christ! Then Ann came forth and grasped her father's cock in her small white 
hand! Greg gasped aloud, staring in profound awe. He watched her fingers 
taunt its tip absently, while she continued to smile toward him. As a matter 
of fact, they were all looking at him! He picked up his glass and drained 
the dregs ... wishing there was more ... anything ... feeling the wine rage 
with Asmodeus' fire inside his entrails ... and finally he, too, was naked! 

The tight room air on his flesh taunted him like a swell of cold water. His 
stone-rigid prick was steaming and sweating ... almost glistening; his whole 
crotch area was perspiring profusely. He dazedly tossed his clothes over a 
chair. Elaine Trent moved toward him, smiling erotically, her eyes locked 
approvingly on his rod. He expected her to grasp it, but she didn't ... he 
was almost disappointed. Instead, she moved partially behind him, put her 
hand across his stomach, the other behind his back as if to bend him forward 
... then, poked a long finger right up his asshole! He grunted aloud and she 
wormed it in to the first knuckle while he tried desperately to clutch his 
ass-cheeks together, but then, he became completely taken with the 
unexpected effect, and as she moved her finger around in his passage, he was 
aware of his lips parting ... and suddenly he sucked in the pointed nipple 
of her breast into his mouth. 

"All right, everyone," Steven Trent interrupted, holding up his hands. 
"Before we get into it, let me clarify things a little more to our neophyte, 
eh? You see, Greg, even though we've yet to establish any set ritual to our 
little family 'times', we have learned that a bit of wild and exotic dancing 
help stimulate the genital regions ... especially the girls' Bartholin 
glands..." 

Greg was listening, yet barely hearing. He was more concerned with the fact 
that Elaine Trent had taken her finger out of his rectum, to his 
disappointment, but then she gave his prick an affectionate stroke and 
smiled, as if to say the best was yet to come. 

She then led them off, unexpectantly bouncing into a lewd and obscene little 
dance to the beat of the eerie music that weaved them about the room, with 
Donnie falling in behind her, then her husband, Ann, and he, himself, 
bringing up the tailend. Following Ann, he sensed his cock straining 
longingly to reach her rotating, provocative behind, his eyes feasting 
lustfully on the separate movement of each round, full buttock, her gently 
sloping shoulders, taut, cream-skinned back and hand-span waist enchanting 
him. Christ, he had to be dreaming! Yet, he could see the muscle in her 
thighs, long and slender, strong and inviting, and in his half-drugged mind 
he could feel them locked beautifully around his middle. His rigid lance of 
hot flesh rode up against his belly, damned near vertical in his salacity. 
He watched their movements of hips and buttocks, trying to mimic them, and 
felt his desire continuously mounting. His cock, with its foreskin ripped 
back, had begun to throb almost painfully in his need. 

Suddenly, everyone began to break away and Ann was gone from in front of 
him, racing ahead of her father to bend over abruptly, spread her legs wide 
apart, and as Greg stared in shocked belief, saw her reach her hands behind 
her to pull apart her delightful ass-cheeks, displaying her delicious little 
pink anus that stretched open slightly, as if it might have been used 
accordingly before, straining just above the moist coral slit of her tight 
and lovely down-covered cuntlips. Her father waited until she was set, then 
moved in close behind her thrusting his hairy pelvis forward and clutching 
her hips to keep her from falling over as he nosed the thick, blood inflated 
knob of his blunt-headed, fiery-hued shaft right into the little puckered 
hole. Greg continued to gape in amazement and heard Ann grunt as he watched 
her father's massive cock meet with momentary resistance, then, slip 
obscenely right up into her lewdly stretched asshole. 

Immediately, Steve began to ram wickedly into her, showing little, or no 
mercy, while Ann carried on a wanton, undulating, rhythmic motion with her 
gorgeous young buttocks that caused Greg's prick to jerk and leap in 
covetous desire. Then, Elaine swung toward him, dropped to her knees and 
took his cock between her pretty, lipstick rimmed lips, letting them slide 
smoothly along over its hot, pulsing head, her tongue racing and swirling 
wildly over it. Next, before he actually realized what was happening, the 
attractive woman drew him down to the floor, placed him on his back and 
swung around above him so that her entrancing, wide-spread crotch was but a 
scant inch from his face, her opened pink cunt-lips about to graze his 
mouth. God! He had never done anything like this in his life! He looked down 
through the erotic arch of her crotch and thighs to see her breasts 
quivering and swaying above his belly as her lips parted once more to 
encircle tightly the glans of his hard throbbing rod of flesh, until all of 
a sudden she sucked its whole length right up into the warm, moist cavern of 
her mouth and throat. 

Christ almighty! He'd never been sucked before, let alone licked a pussy ... 
but he was godamned sure going to right soon! He clutched at the soft 
spheres of her full, round buttocks and drew her crotch down to him, wildly 
thrusting his tongue deep up into her vagina, causing a humming sound to 
vibrate his prick in her sucking mouth, while she screwed her cunt down onto 
his exploring, virgin-tongue. He felt his shaft being sucked rhythmically in 
and out of her ovaled mouth, his loins tensing and jerking as he realized 
that she was taking almost the full length of it into her throat. Its head 
throbbed and jerked with the nerve-tingling lick of her tongue on each 
outstroke, and he imagined the pink flesh of her lips being pulled out 
grotesquely, clinging to his thick cock as she sucked voraciously, her mind 
feverish with the salacious delight of the act. He felt her tits dance and 
away against his naked, tensed belly from the up and down motion of her 
pumping torso, while brief pictures of Ann's luscious young body flickered 
through his dazed mind, and he pretended that the cunt his tongue was 
slithering in and out of, and the small, elasticlike, viscous hole his mouth 
was glued to, belonged to her. 

Shit, why didn't she come over to him? What were they doing? He paused to 
see, the sight an unexpected and overwhelmingly carnal one. Now, Steve Trent 
had his huge prick up Donnie's ass while Ann was on her knees beside her 
brother, jerking and stroking his cock with her slender, white hand! 

At last, she saw Greg looking at her, smiled and bounced to her feet to 
dance over with delightfully quivering, erect breasts and drop down, joining 
him and her mother. 

"Ohhh," she moaned, "isn't it wonderful, Greg darling?" 

He could barely speak, but he made a guttural sound of agreement. Then, he 
reached out and cupped one full, resilient breast and she held his hand 
tightly to it with her own, as she stretched out and pressed against their 
soixante-neuf positioned bodies. 

At that precise moment, Elaine Trent ceased her oral ministrations and 
quickly climbed off him. 

"There you are, Darling," she said to her daughter. "He's beautiful. Try 
him." 

"Oh, I want to. Thanks, Mommy," Ann replied, eagerly assuming a different 
position than her mother had chosen, while Greg watched Elaine cross the 
room and sit down between her son's legs to take his young cock into her 
mouth lovingly, while her husband continued to sodomize the willing boy with 
vicious thrusts of his long, thick cock. 

Then, Greg heard Steve Trent let out a throaty gasp and realized he was 
about to cum as he plunged his shaft with flesh-shattering force up his 
son's rectum, and Donnie gave off his own squeal of delight while his strong 
young prick began to obviously spew its charge of sperm into his mother's 
madly sucking mouth. 

As if it were all her cue, Ann leaped astride Greg, her eyes glazed, her 
lovely mouth hanging loosely open. She poised herself above his rigid penis 
and then, with a sharp lunge and a wild little banshee-like howl, plunged 
her loins down on him so that she rode right down his prick like a greased 
pole, enclosing it in the soft, moist channel of her tight, velvety cunt. 
She let out another little cry and began to dance and heave her hips about 
on his belly, screwing and squirming and gnashing her teeth. 

He saw that she was endeavoring to smile at him through the aura of her 
ecstatic bliss, while simultaneously, she clutched her buttocks tight and 
drove her cunt down and up his thick, aching rod. He could feel the 
lubricating fluids from the walls of her clasping vagina soak his cock 
warmly as she swallowed every fraction of it with a muscular sucking action 
that was drawing at the very lining of his balls. Excitedly, he reached up 
and clutched at her hardened, pink-nippled breasts, the soft, vibrant flesh 
squeezing between his fingers lewdly, and she hammered her full, round white 
buttocks up and down, up and down, up and down furiously, her young 
cannibalistic cunt endeavoring to ingest him. 

He gaped in lust-filled passion at his thrusting prick pushing and pulling 
at the pink, ragged lips of her golden hair-lined pussy between her 
straddling legs, the tiny coral flanges of its inner lips clasping hungrily 
around the glistening shaft as it disappeared deep into the lubricious 
tunnel. 

She began to rise and fall more quickly, gasping and grunting, her head 
swaying from side to side, her long blonde hair flailing wildly. Her knees 
dug into him tighter and tighter, and he sensed that she was moving toward 
her climax. Every time she sank down on his loins now, she gave a little 
shudder, quivering her full breasts and the soft flesh of her belly. 

"Oh ... oh ... Greg ... Greg! So beautiful ... so sweet! Yes ... yes! Fuck 
me good and hard! Oh yes, yes ... fuck me hard, Greg!" she choked down at 
him and he thought he might blow his mind at the mere sound of the vile, 
four-letter word tumbling from her beautiful pouting lips. 

Oh shit, he thought, he was going to fuck her and suck her every day for the 
rest of his life! His prick was screaming for release! Now, her parents and 
brother were standing above them, watching! It just couldn't be happening! 
He was hallucinating...! He was on a trip! His balls were about to burst...! 

He kept flexing his hips at the last moment with every descent she made, and 
it was knocking the breath right out of her. Her knees pressed tighter and 
tighter against his sides, shuffled, tightened, shuffled again. He, too, was 
on the brink. Her breath rose to a near scream, her head tensing back on her 
neck so that the veins and tendons stood out. Her body began to jerk, then 
seemed to move into a desperate convulsion, thrusting her rotund breasts 
forward in a magnificent projection as she suddenly spewed a flood of hot, 
scalding fluid from her vagina and a series of agonized "Oooohhhs" and 
"Aaaahhhs" from her beautiful mouth. 

To Ann, the rigid prick driving up into her seemed immense, as if it would 
certainly crush some organ inside her, but she continued to ride up and 
down, feeling it huge and wonderful as the enchanting bliss of her moment 
rippled fulfillingly through her trembling body. Then, she felt it expand 
even more and he battered up into her passage with a fierce barrage of 
merciless thrusts; she felt his hands clasp her hips brutally, heard the 
breath spurt from between his clenched teeth, felt the convulsive heave as 
if he were about to throw her off him, and she forced her cunt down against 
his up-push ... then, felt the hot flood of thick white sperm gushing up 
inside her belly in a long series of spurts until he cried out ... and 
gradually calmed to lay quiet under her ... and she remained astride him, 
ever smiling. 

He could hardly get his breath as he lay there. Good Christ, he was shaking 
like a leaf ... but his prick was still as hard as a rifle-barrel. He 
groaned aloud, then heard Ann's father say: 

"You're quite a man, Greg ... quite a man. No question about it, you're 
going to be a welcomed addition to our little circle. But now, what say to a 
reviving spot of sherry, something to put the starch back into your loins, 
eh ... before we move into round two...?" 

Greg Wilcox heard himself emit a barely audible little groan as he stared up 
into Ann's beautiful smiling face. Round two...? He whimpered to himself ... 
Good Christ...! 

 Chapter 10 

Ann was thinking that if only Nadine were not unhappy, the evening could be 
such a pleasant one for her. She had so looked forward to this night of the 
Country Club Junior and its formal splendor. Her gown was beautiful, and had 
her parents never mentioned it, she was not unaware of the striking picture 
she made, especially with Greg Wilcox's handsome figure beside her. But poor 
Nadine; it hardly seemed proper that her best friend should be suffering 
grief and sorrow, while she was enjoying life's pleasures, and only because 
she had been fortunate enough to be born into the most wonderful family in 
the world. 

Dear God, who could have murdered Cal Sheldon? And why? Why would anyone 
want to kill such a nice man? She couldn't help but wonder if that cocky 
Jamey Halo, the TV star, had anything to do with it; but of course, that 
hardly seemed possible with all of his money... 

"Well, did you enjoy the dance, Ann? Greg said, interrupting her train of 
thoughts as he piloted the Porsche skillfully along the Lake Road. 

"Oh yes, it was marvelous, Greg," Ann replied, looking up at the full, 
orange-disc moon. What a beautiful night it was ... if only Nadine were not 
so unhappy ... Maybe, if Nadine's mother would consider letting her come and 
spend a few days with her, Donnie and her parents ... it might give her a 
little uplift ... And it wasn't impossible that Mommy and Daddy might let 
her join in a little party ... certainly, Donnie wouldn't mind ... and it 
might be just what darling Nadine needed ... She was going to have a little 
talk with Daddy about that... 

Greg ... where are you going?" 

The handsome young man smiled over at her. "Thought we'd go down and park by 
the lake for a while. Mind?" 

"Well ... no ... I suppose not," Ann responded hesitantly, not too certain 
that she liked the idea, but feeling somewhat obligated. "But I do have to 
be home by one ... and it's twelve-fifteen now." 

Once more, he smiled at her, but this time, by the moonlight she detected a 
little licentious gleam in his eye, and she said: "On second thought, maybe 
we hadn't better. I think I want to go straight home, Greg Wilcox." 

"Hey ... what's the matter?" he questioned, pulling slowly off the road to a 
halt and leaning over toward her, his hand coming to rest on her thigh 
outside her gown. 

His little aggression surprised Ann, and quickly she grasped his hand, 
removing it. Anger flared inside her. 

"Greg Wilcox! Have you forgotten that I slapped your face in the prop-room 
for doing something very similar to that?" she spat vehemently at him. 

"Well ... Well, yes, but ... but I thought things were different between us 
now, Ann," he stammered, his face flushing in shocked surprise. 

"Oh, is that so? And just what gave you that idea?" she snapped, shifting 
angrily in the seat. "Why ... why ... the Hallowe'en party at your house," 
he managed, gaping at her in confusion. "I mean ... well ... oh, for 
Christ's sake, Ann, that was no apple-dunking game you and I were 
playing..." 

"Mister Wilcox! M-My God ... I can't believe it!" Ann exclaimed, staring at 
him in wide-eyed awe. "You were intending to take advantage of me down by 
the lake, weren't you? Well ... weren't you?" 

"T-Take advantage of you...? What the hell!" Greg finally blurted, 
momentarily wondering if he were losing his wits entirely. "Look ... I mean 
... well did we or didn't we do it that night at your house ... and didn't 
your mother get right down on me while your father was doing it to you right 
in ..." 

"Greg! Stop it!" she half-screamed at him. "I won't listen to any more! 
Either you take me home this very minute, or I'll never speak to you again! 
Do you understand?" 

He didn't understand, but he put the car in gear, swung about and headed 
back toward Parksburg. The ride was a short one and neither of them spoke 
the whole distance, not until he had pulled into her drive and looked over 
at her once more, completely bewildered. 

Ann smiled softly. "I'm sorry, Greg. I didn't mean to be short with you. I-I 
guess I've been worrying too much over Nadine. Please ... please forgive 
me...?" 

"F-Forgive you he repeated. "Yes, of course I forgive you, Ann ... but I 
just don't understand, is all ... I mean, after that party I thought ... 
well ... that you and I would be doing it ... like ... lots of times..." 

"Poor Greg," Ann said with a little tolerant shake of her head, leaning 
toward him and placing her slender hand on his sleeve. "You really don't 
understand, do you? Don't you see, Darling ... that was different. Those 
beautiful things happen with the family ... when we have a love-in ... a 
time, as Donnie puts it. Daddy, Mother, all of us and sometimes a guest, 
like you were. Now, don't you see, for you and I to do that alone somewhere 
would make it all obscene?" God, Greg, we're not animals, you know; we have 
to be civil about these things." 

His mouth had fallen open and he stared at the beautiful blonde girl beside 
him. "Y-Yes ... yes, of course," he managed, shaking his head lightly as if 
to clear it. "I-I didn't quite understand, I guess..." 

"Sweet Greg," she said, smiling warmly, giving him a quick peck on the cheek 
before alighting from his auto. 

He walked her up to the door and she let him kiss her lightly on the lips 
one last time. 

"When ... when will I see you again?" he questioned. 

"I'm not sure, Greg ... why don't you call me?" Ann said, opening the door 
and going inside to turn and face him. "I'm going to be spending some time 
with Nadine ... but you can give me a ring next week if you like." 

"N-Next week?" 

"Uhh huh, I think I'll be free then. Well," she said, smiling as she eased 
the door closed between them, "Good night and thank you for a lovely 
evening, Greg." 

"G-Good night," she heard him say as she clicked the latch into place. 

"Finally..." she whispered to herself, letting off a long sigh of relief. 
Sweet Lord, she hadn't realized what a bore he could really be. She guessed 
it would be better if she broke things off right now, before they became too 
serious. After all, she was only fifteen... 

She kicked off her shoes and bent down, picking them up. Then, she looked 
around at the beautiful furnishings of their new home... She was such a 
lucky girl ... with so much to be thankful for ... A little smile crept over 
her lovely young face and she walked toward the stairway thinking to 
herself, I wonder who'll be waiting for me in my bed tonight...? 


End
